Lyrics:
du vice corrosifs comme la pluie
Ils, nous rendent ill, comme Montréal
Quand on boss pour des bills, pris comme dans une cage
I dont think so with gun
Peter Piper picked a pepper, that was his downfall
I'm down with 'Dre 3000 'cause he got my back y'all
Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G
the beat of my heart
I'm a novice that's so iconic
She tells me tales when we was children
It takes me back to crazy times ain't have no chance in dealing
I
soaking up the worship
Were all being played by the plans that they made
And in our time of anger done some pretty ugly things
But forgiveness feels
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
it from down at the county jail
Still filled to the maximum, so fuck Bill Clinton with his saxophone
And cut, I'm trying to follow a lit fuse
I must
heard nothin' but bad things about him.
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.
Mama just looked at him and said, "Son,
Papa was a rollin'
napalmed no ether
I don't need to stress that I flows the best
You can tell by how they head nodding
Lyrical assassin point em out bet I'll red dot em
Boy
Never heard nothin, but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said
(Chorus)
Papa was
him, no
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said
[chorus]
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
no be Sterling
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
I must to spoil you
Baby tell me
Baby I go dey by your side
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
send letters together
I'm out here on my own and it's been 3 or four days
Late now and I know that there must be some kind of mistake
Cause lately I
seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss
Wybourn
Pitsmoor, Badger, Wincobank, Crookes, Walkley Broomhill, Oh!
[Candida, quoting from some book]
"I was only about eleven when this happened.
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
And if I do tell things true
Well, my supper
Will be on you
They tell girls,
Oh, act so pretty
And don't make yourself filthy
Don't enjoy it
Don't have
like a slave in the field
Then I walk off in the bank with the bills
If I want it ima make it appear
Cop a pillow put that thing in the rear
Should
bought me a personal
Convicted felon of course there some things
I can't tell you about you know how we lurking
Two in the morning while up in
You tell me where
Is there a seat
Can half compare (it's perfect!)
With this particular thing! (It's gorgeous!)
I have a few
Minor adjustments (you
there is only one thing that will keep your heart from breaking
And that's what I'd like to offer to this young man
Some words of wisdom from a great
the bowels of a business
That disguised as a war between The Crips and The Bloods
And there is a need to keep some things a secret
The C.I.A. deals protecting
Boy, I tell you times they are changing
Some feel faith need rearranging
It's like nothing now stable
The bible quoted like a fable
Books of old
New,
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