Lyrics:
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
Sweet Almond Oil on my face got that kind of taste
She want me to put her in her place
Grab her by her lace
Fell off but the Game God was my saving
owns the Sun and Moon
You race around to prove you're here
Live in love, to love your fear
Oil Slick is so damn sly
Catch that feeling
By
the winter
Of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
We raised the oil pressure
And waited for the weather
To get much better
For the new wind
Then nine times out of ten you won't never know where your cavity is
Hit a forty, know it had to be his
A dude foul with a smile, they would never know
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
juggling knives
I'm burning midnight oil
Or wicks but at both ends
And now the choice is
Juggling 9 or dropping 10
Light in my eyes, I'm paralyzed
I've
your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's
original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate
Nine o'clock, on the dot, pray and brush my pearlies
Ten o'clock, Waffle House, all-star syrupy
Twelve o'clock, hit the mall, boxers out of Macy's
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day
don't know who tf these niggas keep pretending to be
I bet im clutching on that nine out every ten you see me
And I don't do no beefing like a nigga been
mase
7.62s clean him up like a rake
10s flying better keep up the pace
Keep up the pace like I'm doing a sprint
Slide in all black and the windows stay
mase
7.62s clean him up like a rake
10s flying better keep up the pace
Keep up the pace like I'm doing a sprint
Slide in all black and the windows stay
and a windy morn'
It was along towards nine or ten,
A couple of boys on the hunt of a job
They stood that blizzardy wind.
Hungry and cold they knocked
the Bush administration
announced a recession had stricken
the Nation the highest quarterly
earnings in ten years were posted
by Chevron©
Meanwhile a budget
chants of
Freedom forever
Cause when one lone phone rang
In two thousand and one
At ten after nine
On nine one one
Which is the number we all
causes it. Acne occurs when the pores on your skin become clogged with oil, dirt, and bacteria. The pores are connected to oil glands, which produce
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
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