Lyrics:
apple fruit
Ride through the hood, you know the 'Burban look like Snapple juice
Bricks from Black, back from Summa Hill Pappa Two
Rapper who, bitch you
apple fruit
Ride through the hood, you know the 'Burban look like Snapple juice
Bricks from Black, back from Summa Hill Pappa Two
Rapper who, bitch you
the panties is laces
But first we pop the cranberry bub by the cases
Homie just face it she love ta taste it
She wanna get me wasted it
Just ta give me a face
end of da hour
Take it sip by sip getta dose of da power
One lick two lick of dat sugary sour
Get sticky icky icky, sticky icky icky
Sticky icky icky,
Getting older with no toys can I get a witness?
Got ham and turkey with macaroni and cheese
Cranberry sauce slaps gobble it down with ease
Like please ion
it
Up and at like a crack addict bad habits
Snow bunnies and jackrabbits jacks aces and cranberry juice, clip a cigar
Embezzlement over bezel
Jezebels
of my pee
Dumb bitch, you can't get nothing from me
No presents, No cranberry sauce, No tree
Kirk Cameron can eat my two pieces of coal that's in my pants
Cranberry black berry
With me and she cash checks too (checks too)
I was in a hooptie getting through in a nissan (in a nissan)
Growing pain this a lane I
like a century since you've been gone)
You said that you'd love me, then leave me
Whatever that means
Oh, I'm ashamed of the thought we hide it by means
of my neck and the arks of my palms
cll my tattoos are connected by my arms, and
These two arms are connected by this torso
Who could ask for more, ho? I
at the start of 1971, by the way. Best of vol.2, 1973 is the first actual Bee Gees album that had it. This is their second recording of it; that first one, was
Snook: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos.. cd
Vingoe: Don't you mean album?
S: Shhh.. no one expects it to be an album
V: NOBODY WILL BUY
that haze weed
Backwood roll tight
Belvedere cranberry juice mix light
Under 30% tint ridin' bent
Doin' a quarter
Smokin' on what grow under water
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
[C-Bo]
Yea let's get this money though my nigga
Ahh man fucking on us man fucking on us
Man I'm not going back to prison nigga
I already got two
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
the contradiction is, i do
Fight for artists, but in
That fight I somehow
Was disrespectful to artists iI didn’t
Know how to say
The right thing the perfect thing i
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
Need a steady hand
Intentions clouded
Ayy, break bread with my people (break bread with my people)
Pop two, got three (pop two, got three)
French
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
gravou uma primorosa versão de “Grândola, Vila Morena” na compilação “Não São Paulo – II” (Baratos Afins, 1986), e no álbum de estréia (365, Continental,
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
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