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Bring Another Half Pint (Sonny Boy Williamson II) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Greetings from Half Pint (Half Pint) · Monday at the Hug and Pint (Arab Strap) · Monday at the Hug and Pint [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Arab Strap) · Evig Pint (Kaizers Orchestra) · Pint of Ale (Huey "Piano" Smith & the Clowns) · Half & Half (The Four Seasons) · Half Saint, Half Sinner (Tony Toliver) – and 90 other albums »


the jungle, the quite jungle 
The lion sleeps tonight 
Farracan led the million man march 
Di lion dance tonight 
Africans in America 
Dem cal them
I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast
2 grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast
I got Collard Greens
over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Between the pint pot and the cup

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers
It's down the pits, we'll go me
over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Between the pint pot and the cup

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers
It's down the pits, we'll go me
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
like that kid Doogie Howser
So cool out, Purno, I burn you no jive
I wickity wax that scalp just like Alberto V.O. Five
Diggity damn right half pint, i
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
for me
Someones watching me, this love ain't proper
Be thinking I could be dead

And I guess we them little black beetles
Just want attractive singles
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
cibinong
To get them to buy a 40% stake
And we got a 5 million dollar order from nieman marcus,
Which we filled about 10%
But I did sell them my children's
me land mon over Kingston
Where me see 2 browning Maxine and Sheron
Jump pon me carpet mon with them portion
Ca we can't get stop by immigration
life
(Half Pint need ya'll listen to this real good)

It felt good to see Marques go solo, I stood by his side
His dreams was my dreams, so the love will
cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint
by six
I need the fix

[LG]
Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not innovative
Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it
Blow them away,
a half a gram
Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand
was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
Around the year of them classic jams
I done
of that cali-flower
Every time I write rhymes in first class
New Rollie on, that's how I define high times
Long way from them drive-bys
Them ratchet
have dinner with the President.
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint
Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry
Triple bitches talkin shit, fuck you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo
G's, forget yo dead
Where your little kids at?
Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags
Sad to see they killed the nigga was
ain't no pin-ups with prenups ya keep what ya got
Cause if we split up we splittin by a half of the rocks
Cause you'll be lucky if ya leave with both
scissors
Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors
By the getty image, green-cheese
you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan