Lyrics:
school
I love you honey
You gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
Gonna need
still in school?
I love you honey
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find
into the semblance of its well-seasoned tomb heard perchance gnawing out now for years by the astonished family of man, as they sat round the festive
a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
Sixty seven is gone
burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-
is said and done
That a boy was born to Rita
In nineteen-sixty-one
And lived a hundred years
By nineteen-ninety-six
Who's ever gonna notice
to 60, sometimes.
I remember putting down the back seat
And lying in the hatchback.
Looking at the sky watching trees go by.
I was the son
cream away
14. It was years ago now I can admit
15. During the week
16. Sometime in mid June
17. This fine ass man Hit me up
18. Over the moon
19. He said
time get the man in trouble
Nas, Suicide Bounce
One of the most difficult decisions
That a CEO ever makes is whether or not to
Sell her company
bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain't fly, you on standby, I got something that you can't buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother
Bethlehem
It's the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in
A world premier on the frontier for a year
Those with the ear, let 'em hear
I ride the camel, wearin'
healthy, alive
Then I failed in my mission - rather be dead than
Stale and indifferent I won't worry what gets me by
To die at twenty five and be buried
Guinep trees provide the shade
I'm climbing mango trees
I'm stung by wasps and bees
I loved to hear that whistle
When the peanut man is near
Gimme oily
bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
Son
smoke fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(sixty bucks? ? !!)
Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
her other job as a server
Became the top earner
He was 60 with a 20 year old's sex drive
Sex drive
Never thought he would get murdered
After he copped
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacs
Every
man that I'm not the greatest
May just take years to end up on the A-List
But people still be rocking to my songs on they playlist
I mean really open
damn, really by a broad (Really)
Rolling in a stollie, with that forty, feeling sporty
Rebels rolling, like the sixties, in a stollie (Hehehahaha)
Homie,
years went by in the blink of an eye
Spiritual riches all lay in decay
Do like Mohicans
The Indica way
Andrew L Lewis 7-28-01
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
cried for thirty five thousand sixty four hours
After four long years of craziness we had a chance to change it
And emerge from all the haziness
The grand centerpiece was a gold green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his life-long
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