Lyrics:
Woo
Problem child type shit
Uhhh
Let's get it
Move get a little back
Get a little back
Don't kill my vibe
Half of this shit ain't right
Half of this
She's gonna break your heart,
So I'm in love with Saturday's child
She drives me wild
Gonna spend my time
Makin' sure that Saturday's child is mine.
the presence of her mother; she felt her mum sitting close to her, carefully stroking her hair she said to her “worry not my child, you will get well soon. I am
I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang
the street
You were Mr. Atomic had me on my knees
I know its hard but please take my heart
I was a Rad Child
A Rad Child
A Rad Child
A Rad Child
I was a Rad
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
me Dennis the Menaxe
I know I got a lot to loose, Still dead to this world, they gon' blame drug abuse
I keep my pipe close, I can't let no nigga tempt
Just don't bring a plate of
Food around a hungry nigga
Out on these streets the police is killing
I'm spilling out my heart on these beats
So I can feed
I'm crying out
I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
That ain't right
Brian Dennis was in love with her
I exchanged kisses and hugs with
Jesus came down and dead for our sins
With him by my side I can always win
I got something from my father that he want me to do
If I can change for my
always
My heart and my foundation
I am my father's child
Curing all with smiles
Ignoring pain compiled
I am my father's child
A sister to one
A friend
CHRISTMAS MORNING - Written & Performed by Dennis Sy
Music Produced by Adrian Morales
Vocals Produced by Dennis Sy
It's getting close to midnight
step
And get your motherfuckin' shirt wet (nigga)
[Scarface:]
I got a million ways and one that you can die by
But I prefer to use my gun so you
the jungle? (Yeah)
Ain't no God on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle? (Yeah)
Ain't no god on my
I don't want this, in the arms of a God
I look up from the bloodstains, now engraved in my heart
A child deranged, determined to fight
A God sitting
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
applause when I rock the microphone from the heart
My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars
why they're by degrees poisoning us
And divide and conquering us in every nation
It's hexed but its a pretext to grab total global power and control
glory
Can't knock me down
Can't shake me now
It's up from now
All by myself
Why you need a man child,
Don't need no man child
I wear my dad's shoes
Does
And I come sliding where I've been hiding
Out of the heart of a child.
Meet me by the lake. Meet me by the lake.
I'll be there. I'll be there.
If only I
white airforce ones stay fresh on my toes
You can tell that I'm real by the way that I roll
It's weed gettin rolled I chief like I'm chong
Oh yea yea yea
day gotta cherish it! My heart they fuckin tear at it
But life gives you a lemon then squeeze it just like a pair of tits
Ya pride ya gotta swallow it
looking for a loving home
Love’s anxiously waits here for him,
My Angel you’ll never be alone
God’s given the gift of two loving Dads,
With hearts of gold
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