Lyrics:
an ear
I know that you're tired
'Cause I'm sick and tired
Of everything that I be hearing
I stayed out, you played out
Ain't nobody digging your style
on out of that, Ronnie)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
(What about O'Connell Bridge?)
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
(Ah I remember the Ha'penny
ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter?
Check out the bombs!!!
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin'
Tres
Watch out for Cuatro, Motherfucker
[Ice-T]
The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job
You slow with youer hustle, You dress like a slob
Ladies ain't looking for no brothers like
the blink?
OT trips with a brick tellin' my brother
"Watch my crib i'ma be
Gone for some weeks" cassidy The Hustla
That's only known on a beat
You think we
on me
Watch how we boss talk
I'm throwing that money ain't nothing for free
That's how you boss walk
That's how you boss walk
Watch how we boss talk
Me
We live ladies, so fuck witha nigga like, me
You not ready, to fuck with a nigga
Oh oh here he comes
Watch out now he'll chew you up
I know you gone
life? I like to gamble
It's double or nothing
You'll be out of luck when maggin' 'em
Get up and start dumpin'
That's the kinda shit I'm known for
Royal
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
dirty fake love in his Mercedes
Lady, the word "rape" sums up events that take place every night
You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if
the truth, some bust a loop
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods
And if I should to choose to be one
Then I will be a thinkin'
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
a little bit of vinegar out of you"
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
upstairs, I hug my mother
I kiss my sister and I punch my brother
I sit down on the bed to watch some t.v.
Do my ears deceive me
No that's the fourth time
the truth, some bust a loop
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods
And if I should to choose to be one
Then I will be a thinkin'
the kids that think I'm comin' wit it
Brother just watch me
A shoe is called a crep
A big party is a fete
Ya'll takin about, "Watch where you goin'"
We
destroys
Feed the dog first, watch out for Salmonella poisoning
I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food
And say: "That's the way you kill a man
Avoid
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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