Lyrics:
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
streaming down his face,
the Champion is now alone on the green left with mainly
a 12 foot put. (Police sirens are going off) Who would
of thought that a horn
inspired to never retire
My desires are minor
I admire the ultimate designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I
tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars
Who do they be
They be the monsters
What are you talking about
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run
OR YOU DONT - THEN YOU PASSAWAY,
15. BE TORTURED BY YA OWN SELF CONSIOUS WAVES,
16. YOU WILL NEVER LEAD ME ASTRAY,
17. AND THATS WHY IM HERE TO STAY,
Steve: Can't you understand? Can't you understand if I'm trying to get a fucking message through to ya, right?...I'd have still...it'd a been a lot worse.
AM to PM, I had to hustle for a gig
Getting close to what I need, probably moving around the streets
White tee, khaki on, popping in blue bandana
Note
Who's the shady nigga in the trench coat
Barking pits as my bitch Nigga eaters, PM-06, equipped with the sickening
Now he catching fevers, HOH,
It been quite a day
At work ya know
Its 5 pm and time to go
The evenin' is young
I need somthin' to do
I think I'll get Some Bar-B-Q
Call up some
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
never knew! did you? you worm.
We had special atomic glasses made...by women optometrists who promised never to tell!
We learned how to hide secret
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite
dead but this time Sheila had her gun.
And this time Sheila shot Bob Bissett down. repeat chorus
Who was this Bobby Bissett for who's
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
By
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
of the things, ya probably think are bottled like gin or the bourbon, pussy
I ain't hearing you hear me, I ain't having you near me
Miscommunicado with all
of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite
of course it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite
needles through the hay
Every verse that I lay, causes minds to elevate
Conscious is born anew I see it on ya face
Now shake ya ass bob ya head wave ya
hundreds fluent
who knew we doin there's more to this youtube money, chewing
review my struggle to it, rockiest roads,
and ice cream cuz environments around
rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero ain't about shit if they ain't about dying
You know who was a hero to me
that nigga
thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!
And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains
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