Lyrics:
Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard,
But I think:
All bondage, up yours!
Yo, this is Bran Man giving a shout out to all
(I thought he was your man) Yo nigga, FUCK HIM
Police sirens, let's make a move
Criminal smooth, pimp daddy cool
Eyes on my jewels I pull out my
One time around the block
Two times around the clock
Three times, don't cross the little lady (lady)
So pretty and, oh, so bold
Got a heart full
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have
Sworn that her
aware of the snakes cause they near
They plottin' to get me
I'm watching my peers
Bout time in a million
It's close man I swear
I feel it in the air
died in vietnam
Now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine
But, someone ran he down somewhere around that Arizona line
And a real
can move, if you wanna
Tryin' to have a little fun, maybe move a couple numbers
But when you movin' numbers, all the haters start to wonder
Then they
Red one, Konvict
GaGa
Oh oh eh
I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance
Can't
and nines
Some of them say we evil a little sumthin' sumthin' for my people
And though I know that weed will even out your debt
Love everything green roll
I Got High",
Smoking weed while I watch,
The police flying by!
Oh, jinglebell, East Palmdale Jobe is back and not whack,
Oooh found your
Yo, see hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be
Man in a uniform, bride on his arm
Mum always was a fool for
world shakin' like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
Shit, yeah yeah
Man, sit, let me spit, a little game to you
Let me introduce my homie to you
You're just
Words and music by John Kay
Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,
I'm a little tin soldier
That wants to jump into your fire
You are a look in your eye
A dream passing by in the sky
I don't understand
All I
All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut
Look me in the eyes and say it!
You little punk
Asshole!
Asshole!
Asshole!
excess gear before we cross this bridge
If we make it to the opposite side of where we stand
We can get some land and make a plan
Woman and man
But
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
did me well
He kissed my lips
He touched my tits and then my panties fell
With some cherry jello and the cool whip cream
I feel man dick go up
so I had to buck him
(I thought he was your man) Yo nigga, FUCK HIM
Police sirens, let's make a move
Criminal smooth, pimp daddy cool
Eyes on my jewels
to tie you down
By walking you down the aisle
With a bouquet of flowers
and a little white gown
But you're gonna be wild
She works down at the Depot
Yeah, I figured you would play me
Real rap, I kinda figured you would shade me
Man, this shit is really crazy
You lyin' to my face, but how you
make a militant man
Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can
Our education, they tend to say we killers again
But I'd rather give this living a chance, I'm
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