Lyrics:
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
through
The dusty streets of Italy in a cage
And later confined to a madhouse
Celine robbed, hooted at, tormented by
The French
Fitzgerald who finally quit
know who
Y'all is
It be like that man
Just one love
To all y'all
B.G.O.D
Great
Be great or die
It's all love
Hope everybody just
Continue to move
of some freedom
What a joke, you always had it
Now this can't be undone
You always hurt the one you love
Well at least that's what they all say
And in this
them out of existence
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
("cause he can really
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
we're going
No doubt in my mind
Can't you see it's meant to be
Oh, oh, oh...my
(Repeat Chorus)
Here we go 'round again. Here we go. Here we go.
Here we
ever change
If it's got to be this way
I'm never gonna fall in love
Never gonna fall in love again
Never gonna fall in love again
Never gonna fall
Morning,
you hear
scream of great hawk. Body, she
lies being silence. It would be noblest
to sing with the wind; to hear a
neighbor singing ... Too-wee,
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
"look do you want to do the video? You can
be the old man in it." I said, "Old man? Look here, look here who do you think you're talking to... old man!
There might even be a spin off
But they're not sure 'bout that
They ever watch TV again
It'd be too soon for them
Bob never yells about the picture
they have a hit.
There might even be a spin off, but they're not sure 'bout that.
If they ever watch T.V. again, it'd be too soon for them.
Bob never
pad and we stayed there
But ah, ya, know it was great
To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando
To Ingrid in Arcada,
pad and we stayed there
But ah, ya, know it was great
To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando
To Ingrid in Arcada,
what
Reapers from the motherfuckin' Streets of Salem you
Cryin' like a fucking slut
It's a drive by, boy
Better be in bed by 9, boy
Ain't no game, no
existence itself
It does not know. It is knowledge itself
How to know God, page 130
They brainwashed my great uncle
Brainwashed my cousin Bob
They
ain't saying nothing like an emp hit c3p
O
Oh
Once again it's r.a to the p
I beat that motherfucker up no matter who that fucker be
I'm an unleashed beast
and the pain
Helped us weather all the storms and the rain
Took some losses, but in all, it's a gain
Did it once, I know You'll come through again, eh
Life is
the house bitch born in Tennessee
But I grew up outside of over T
And Perrine Goulds Florida City
Claim 3-0-5 like a trustee
Wanna be great I need to be
it
Bitch be nasty love to cream pie
Can't
Deny it
Let it go in her hole
Table full of liquor and the dro and plan b by it
Fuck on a Thalia, a Thalia
can be,
Karma got a grip on me,
I'm stuck,
I swear it's tough to see, what you see in me,
But I know you got a plan,
Who am I question?
Who am I
little mammy, what'll it be? hips or lips?
Harry snatches sister ob'dewlla 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.
my checks getting bigger and bigger
Ain’t gone stop till I go out a winner
I used to be a beginner
Now I fell in love with the money
Only surround me
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