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owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following
I've been feeling down
I've been looking round the town
For somebody just like me
But the only ones I see
Are the dummies in the window
They
that
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun
when I asked him for his name
He said Dr. Jones is who I am
are you ready to play my game
I can take you to the mountain
but only heavens love can set
lived Wild Life
Before I Mike Mike
And he been a pussy nigga
That make you him dyke right?
I'm a Cheat code
Roy Jones PlayStation Fight Night
Way before
Want to save some money, but girl you know I’m hungry
So there’s only one place that I really ever wanna go
So we step inside, I fill my red basket
trip don't have to end tragic though
I got this love jones and it's no antidote
Wonder how it happened? I got the anecdote
Chemical reaction, mutual
ain't begging for no thot to call me
She only get pipe a four for four and a chocolate frosty
There I am they fear I win
Keep whips like Indiana Jones but
it
Spread em open like some windows
Tom to peek up in em
I'm a winner
Always have been since the beginning
And shit ain't gonna change now
Why in
to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself,
like the skipper,
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot
God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light
Brainwashed by
me, doing me, undeniably,
I said hey,
What you thinking,
Coz I want you right here for one night only
TRACK WRITTEN BY: TOM QUICK
ALEX BITTLES GARY
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like fucking stars
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them "every night make
I'm dying
The shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher
Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas
'Cause my life too private, my ride
Can’t take it no more
But I got work tomorrow
And by the morning there’s another mournin
Still I find the strength to put a smile on my face
Givin'
that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
night
With GOOD company and better jewelers
To the Good Life, we GOOD music
Man, I wake up to a wet dream
Every day’s a Friday and every
Nights a sex
even if it's only for a night
Make the pussy say yikes
Girl we can get gone, order up another round of Patron
For you yea I got a love jones, let's go
but really counterfeit
N the only time we ever go to war is for a check
N I had to go n earn my stripes from lurking every night
N if a nigga play
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Anne Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
Emotions
Like A Porno
I Wanna Be James Brown
I Should Have Been Tom Jones
Terminator
Alligator
Goofy!
I Don’t Know
Where Do I Go
It Doesn’t Matter
I Won’t
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