Lyrics:
talkin
With all these muthafuckas hawkin
With that dumb-lookin grin
Bitch gets in the car that was carryin three men
I know the whole game well
They spend
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
drugs
You want to be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Cool G's and forty seven flavors
Display swade gators
We comin
of the Reich
But Adolf Hitler he was my friend. Alright? Alright!
And he'd love to go out dancing, really dug the human league
And that song by Alice Cooper
Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
Veloured
Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
Veloured
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
me over
I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little bird? He snitched
And told a friend it's trouble on my mind
I'm with the old-timers
And fuck
treasure.
Max spent many happy years in New York, and he loved every moment of it. He was always surrounded by his friends, from the kind-hearted Mr. Jenkins
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us "Billie Jean" you say he touched those kids?
When
Grandma used to pray out loud
By her bed every night
To me, it sounded like mumbling
Like she was out of her mind
She said, "Boy, this kind
saying that you're full
And then your friend says "momma
He's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull"
So your heart starts pumping and
You
gravy like a
Shady Sadie Hawkins
MC Chris is back like an angry bird boomerang
He's the kind of nerd take
Jesse Eisenberg to pootie tang
Time to bang,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
My friends ask what I see in him
They don't get it but that's alright
By me
He's not maybe that good lookin'
He's barely as tall as me
But oh oh
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
Jerry Jeff Walker
Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that
He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend
Manny was
your keys
With friends like that you don't need enemies
You wonder how long it was all going on
And you're still not sure if you're glad he's gone
your keys
With friends like that you don't need enemies
You wonder how long it was all going on
And you're still not sure if you're glad he's gone
his blue eyes was sadness
That comes from the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there, deep within
Said he
don’t fake it,
Survivor, lover, friend, forever,
He’s the righteous one, (by us)
He’s the righteous one, (if he’s not were gonna make him)
He’s
really no recess
He let us get off at the park sometime to unwind
But yeah gus is the man man
He be driving that shit all over man
He kind of cool you know
unrealistic
By your teachers even friends n family, it's twisted
They say dream big hear the size and dismiss it
Like that would be great but I doubt that he
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
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