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fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed
and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Then entered in those wise men three,
Fell
and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Then entered in those wise men three,
Fell
shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan
take three, take four, we on go
Part three, trilogy, I was gone, they don't know
Get the dream, any means, see the green, yea for sure
Fuck with me, best
Grandma used to pray out loud
By her bed every night
To me it sounded like mumbling
Like she was out of her mind
She said, "Boy this kind
Waiting down by the water
Something's been calling
Out from the horizon
I have been feeling
Down and alone and
Kind of dishonored
I can relate inside
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
to convey difficult truth in a constructive and promising way for the future?"
He flipped through the manual to the right page. His eyes were greeted by old
nigga
And I'm tryin' my best to be the right kind of father figure
But my hands is startin' to shake
I'm tryin' to hold my head because I'm reachin
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
I don't know if I could remain that kind for awhile
Cause you care so much about being right
That it looks like you'd rather fight
Being wrong for you
3AM
By myself
Lookin' up above and thinking 'bout myself
And not myself but all my kind
And the other brother that be standing by my side
The world
raised by my mother (Mm hmm)
And she was raised by her mother (Right)
So I guess I'm a bad mother
(Shut yo', shut yo')
But anyway, I know the ladies love
George!
All right, George
As long as it's your night, George
You know what's in the room, George
Another Chromolume, George
It's time to get to work
a gruff-puff-puff he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
Well one and two were scared to death
Of the big bad wolfie's breath
By the hair of your
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
over that mic
[Chorus x2]
Who am I? [2nd: What is this?]
One of a kind
Send em' one at time
You're all the same
Only separate by kick snares and names
he was standin out on the corner
If a girl walked by, he was right up on her
He was so hot, his heat couldn't be measured
To him his business was his
he was standin out on the corner
If a girl walked by, he was right up on her
He was so hot, his heat couldn't be measured
To him his business was his
doctrines are in light love
Like love, truly inspired by an icon
Inspite all the rights wrong
We connected like the right plug
Charging with the right cord
right? What kind of cookies are these? Mom? Oh, they're Santander cookies. They're butter cookies. I looked it up in's. Spanish for fake ass bank. I live
Lake, Parts 1-3
Rise up, my love
See the new sun
You'll find someone
Waiting, prone, in your garden
Right underneath your nose
All these girls in
the highest in the world, but what most stands out is that 1/3 of the killings are reportedly carried out by police.” ..
(murders .. murders .. murders ..)
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