Lyrics:
and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
And a woman screamed and the lights went up and two men lay stiff and stark
Pitched on his head and pumped full of lead was Dangerous Dan McGrew
While the man
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Poor Man’s Show
Take a big look around
You can’t tell me that you’re proud
Of the country that we live in
While it’s run by wealthy cavemen
When
of his life
Started out at like twelve
Trapped in a belly of hell
Grew into a man inside of a cell
Yo, anger just swell up
At a early age that
dem pull up
Anytime I spit a bar man get a pull up
I don't wanna hear you speak now shut up
I just wanna eat 'till my
Whole belly's full up
Tell my G
matter what group you are. I'm Irish, my wife's Portuguese. My kids are going to get shit faced and chase rabbits. I went to Lisbon, Portugal. I was
matter what group you are. I'm Irish, my wife's Portuguese. My kids are going to get shit faced and chase rabbits. I went to Lisbon, Portugal. I was
Started out at like twelve
Trapped in a belly of hell
Grew into a man inside of a cell
Yo, anger just swell up
At a early age that develop
Hot head and now
and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay
How ya, how ya feel? How ya feel
My belly got full, now I've got that meal
How ya, how ya, how ya, how ya feel
Now what are ya feelin'
I got
a full court press
Never exposed
Got the armour man I'm fully dressed
I don't walk by sight
Man I walk by faith
I'm part of a royal priesthood soon
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
Lair, in The Belly of the Beast, which is a whale
An old man
Sits by the Grail in the belly of the whale
Looking pale and frail and thin
In this salty
medicine
United we stand 'til all our parties click
I divide and conquer 'cause frankly I'd rather sit
These are them rat races,
Machine a man sprocket
[U-God]
Countdown...
Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
no liberty
She cyaa tek no liberty
You nuh dash weh belly
Yuh vagina full a quality
She cyaa tek no liberty
She cyaa tek no liberty
Yuh pitney dem sell
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
hear our music in my head
Where I don't miss the adventure in your company
Hugs full of sweat and the late night call in tears
Lights that are
like a scene
Hustle fi di cream, we living the dream
Steelpan a beat and man nah talk bout nuh soca
Machine pon belly, give a fuck bout nu hoister
R
I want why'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggas man, that why'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they
and sides go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old
Sometimes we call at a rich man's hall
To beg for
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