Lyrics:
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
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
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
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
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
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
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
a gram and breaking it back of birdie
Now a girl with a back like a becks free kick
So I hit that nice and curvy
With my shades on low in the rave
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 singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking 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
socialism, totalitarianism
Beyond your wildest imagination - Glenn Beck
Because I'm rich in ring prowess
Blessed with technical skill and extremely
Well off
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
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
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
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
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.
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
[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
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
kiss your hand,
And your slaves all at your feet.
Your minions serve your beck and call,
But they don't compensate at all,
'cause inside, mister
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