Lyrics:
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
No matter if you're miles away
I swear I'm here to stay
You know I want you
Nobody even crosses my mind
When I got you by my side
When you're on my
nariz na minha mesa ela atira
Com vista pro mar na suíte da barra.
palmeando a cena aqui das escadinha
ficou estático depois q viu a nina
drive by no
got to the bank
Now they want more
I'm waiting here
At your beck and call
But I'm beat down
About to fall
I'm rough and raw
Workin' like a dog in
breast
She was on deck, Molly's and Beck's
Body strap if my body rest
Before it's time
Clip nine quarters by quarter to nine
I ain't yawning when it's
Marble floor and a crashing door
Right behind my back they're left
I'm passing by the ancient silent walls
The endless path becks me ahead
Yes, it
these bitches be tripping on me
Used to be they idol saw success and now they switching on me
Brainwashed by amature look at them minions flipping
Bars
darkness, you're at the beck and call
Of your own fly by night
Of your own fly by night
When you gonna realize it's with yourself that you fight?
Have I
Well,tear down the Mona Lisa
Put your picture on the wall
Tell the world you love her
And I'm at your beck and call
And I'm the only Mona Lisa
precious mill to the ground
They got me
When I stole Mr. Beck's Corvette
His yapping shih tzu riding shotgun
Yeah, I parked it in the lake
rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you
Now & Then
Written by: Michi
[Verse 1]
Now and then I hear your voice, like everyday
Memories all made by you come, every now and then baby
I
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy sin'ers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fuckin' Patti LaBelle
Beck: "I can't believe what
We've seen outside you
And me watching the jets go by"
I'm being watched for the wrong reasons
All scheming they say
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
socialism, totalitarianism
Beyond your wildest imagination - Glenn Beck
Because I'm rich in ring prowess
Blessed with technical skill and extremely
Well off
THE WHOLE WEEK LONG
BUT MY MIND'S SET STRAIGHT ON YOU.
AND I POLISHED UP MY OLD HORSE BECK,
AND SHE LOOKS GOOD, I KNOW.
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
it lead me to
But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo
And did just exactly what she was sure I'd do
Now at her beck and call
She ties me
And she waits for his returning
When beauty lives in memory
It lives forevermore
She was a fairy princess once
And was by all adored
They say she was
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
Saying "Beck water cold
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