Lyrics:
will rock ya
When you meet the right one
The right one
When you meet the right one
You'll know, you know, you know
Coz every little thing's gonna be
salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long board down
Help his girl get her sunscreen on
I thought about you in your little house
Think you're lonely
There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin' 'n lyin'
'Cause her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part time
Frankie met Danny in a little town bar
Their talking turned to Frankie leaving on his arm
Danny parked the car and turned to make his request
Then
the big gun
Do you want to see the little man run?
See you tagged by a laser beam
Life's a game on your big scene
Red rover, won't you roll over
Simon says
You care for the world like a little flame that lights up a candle in your heart
But you handle the truth like it's a hurricane, you're not to blame
City's what I'm talkin' about
See the girls with the dark tans, lyin' in the white sands Watchin' the tide as they roll in
Survive a few hurricanes, visit
with unrelenting rage
She's like a hurricane
A force of nature to behold
A primal power that can never be controlled
And she said
"I don't need anyone
Riding on a dream, carried by the wind
We never had a simple little life
Floods and hurricanes, slipping off the rails
We never found what it feels
[Hurricane G]
Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent
Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent
So Hurricane G spit this, rip this
Straight
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse!
The stockings all hung
By
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by
The chimney with
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
and and my fuckin' crew
My mind's in space like an astronaut
I'm weighin' in a little bigger than a mothafuckin' juggarnaut
I'm on the edge, down to fold ya
to find
When the lines too blurred for seeing
And my wrongs too wrong to right
When I'm hanging by that final thread
And my strongs too weak to fight
the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
Every day looking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit
anybody in here
Unfamiliar with the plight
I hope, I hope, I hope
I hope that we don't lose the flame
We've all got our own little hurricane
It gathers up
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
the sunshine
A lil rain’ll blow over in no time
Come down to Florida
Have a little fun
Toes in the sand
While we party in the sun
Catch me on sundays down by
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
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