Lyrics:
a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy stepping, I'll try to stop her stride
'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by
Time for me to voice my
twenty-four, that's how high I go (HO!)
And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro (HEY!)
[Murphy Lee]
Now, every time I'm up on that stage, somebody
girl got a little dime in 'em
Got a little der and shine in 'em.
Take your time get 'em
(La La La La La)
Means they all wrapped in it
Maxin out da cards
block lyrics Cause these arts are martial
My thoughts given by space ain't it awesome
Talk, walk different now they think I'm martian lost ones listen ya
Almost she gots a perfect
Ass
I got that ticket to the sea
Ah ey, I gotta flee cause
I cant get stung by a bee
How you kill it lee?
I got that ticket
Sounds so grown up right now
So real
Spoken word, vocals with a purpose
I traded time for my dreams hoping it was worth it
Missing out of Good Times
Swing be the freakin' of the time
The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind
The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked me
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
high I go (Ho!)
And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro (Hey!)
[Murphy Lee]
Now, every time I'm up on that stage, somebody screaming
(HO!)
Toyan wanna chat with you
Man call Lee Van Cleef
Man call-a Brigadier Jerry
Lord, I man the Ranking Toyan
The man called Echo Minott
Special request
playin' a club
Throwin 'a shot down, tryin' to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin' day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin' a cut
grinnin' while my time tickin'
I think that every girl got a little dime in 'em
Got a little der and shine in 'em.
Take your time get 'em
(La La La La La)
me she could search the whole town but them niggas not
30 thousand to watch the time go by 10 thousand to see a nigga get fly
Contact before a nigga
here
The years rolled by and the Babys did come
A little Anna-Belle Lee, and her brother Tom
But then the droughts rolled in, and the hired hands went
is it a stinger is something else you understand.
There was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta a little man with a big 44
You know he shot his
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember lasers are expensive
What's a little cocktail
On the day that I was fired she was walking by
And I thought I caught a sparkle coming from her eye
Hello, Linda Lee
I know it sounds a little awkward,
but I
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all the Lee nails while all the BG's bailed
The little homie be in and out of camp
This time he
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
and
enforming spread and gather, sheaved to unobserve,
surreal, inside, upside, beyond, aboard, damn near
sometimes, as if bobby lee's little brother's boy
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