Lyrics:
this break
A day off from Christmas
A day off from spreading that Christmas cheer
There's just one problem don't you know, ol' Santa?
You only work one
G
We a down crew, act a fool
You run up and down, I had to down this fool
But I'm makin' records down in the studio
I had to show the fuckin' world
WILL
IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF LIVING IN THE MOMENT?!
OLIVIA
Feels good right?
WILL
Does it have to involve getting arrested?
OLIVIA
I’ve always
your my daughter and I can't
Imagine a world where I can't reach for your hand
You make me a better man every day imma take it
Step by step
Imma do
it though, she a centerfold
Big ol' blunt look like tentacles
She strip in Europe, Interpol
Don't remember her in her clothes
I fucked her friend, damn
the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh)
Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out)
[Kurupt]
When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang
Same ol
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
HER GOOD OL’ COUNTRY BOY
CHORUS
She’s a small town girl—in a small town world
I’m a good ol’ country boy—who loves this country girl
She’s my
go away
The world has gone grey
Confusion is that’s all that’s left
Bereft by my grief
Melatonin to help me sleep
What's the lesson
I'll learn from
him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit
say
And the images you show
CNN owned by AOL, own Time Warner
Trickle down effect of the New World Order
And you wonder why "Van Gogh" was killed
Same
world that a nigga wouldn't do to
Satisfy, this my bitch that ride
My bitch with the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up, she bustin', she ain't gotta
clearly,
But somehow now I see your face on every stranger passing by.
Looks like such a big 'ol world but you're the only one
Who really means
A little bit right- my family, you know, they let me be
To make my way through this world, in spite of everything
Shit kickin’, suburban, for all I’m worth
this motherfucker killing this section
You can kinda tell this motherfucker still an erection
But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's
now I see
Was once confused by these haters in this cold society
Now maybe I'm wrong about the way I fluc
But the game been so real to me
I can't help
little thing I do baby
Can't seem to get it right
It's the same ol world
Same ol girl
Same lil boy
Wit the big boy toys
Feel like you never really change
A big ol' payment in debt
The people that can't accept
The lies that they never kept
All I can do in all your favor
Is keeping on within depth
This is
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
swole
This is fo the women that love to get kinky
D-Roc and Kaine like the Brain and Pinky
Finna take ova the world like by the masses
for them
I was down for so damn long
Yeahhh it’s the same ol’ song
Pull up and I showed dem
Yahhh this for 4nem
Mandatory motions
Backwoods roastin
Cause it’s
is fueled by your heart
But the dreams in his eyes were untrue
He had bigger plans for the band
By demand we came back to this world of grey
Welcome
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
a hundred times I'll take you back
I'm yours, whenever you want me
I'm not too proud to shout it
Tell the world about it 'cause I,
I love you, with this ol
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