Lyrics:
got to blow up the spot because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
now check your stovetop before you
out a date and time
September 14th, 73
Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Sho' ain't got a whole lot of time
So shake you shimmy,
Sister
'Cause honey I sure is feelin' time
7: The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men
Sing a song
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
Born again
Reaching high
One day I will fly
You and I
Siblings in Christ
We'll soar beyond the skies
Yeah
This is destined
For all love and mercy
I
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
observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags
You know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that
Probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
white line stained with blood
Sorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could
There's a whole lot of people out there and they're all running free
Some will
white line stained with blood
Sorry Mr. Jones, we did all we could
There's a whole lot of people out there and they're all running free
Some will care
school was cool
You taught me how to put up a fight
Even if beaten black or blue
George I feel you
Cus part of you was still with me
My favorite cousin
like this. I started to tell you.
I represent the whole... Why that's it!
Let my people go. That's the idea!
Old Abe Lincoln was thin and long,
His
i met you...
But i know myself better than anyone
And i'm an awful lot of trouble, more than i'm worth
So if you book it on the double, i won't be
to make her mine
Find me a woman just like that
One hair short of a heart attack
Whole lot of trouble, in a cowboy hat
Find me a woman just like that
BR:
With a jaded ear and a whole lot of fear, we're gonna wither up one by one.
I heard somethin', gonna make you blue,
Don't get excited cause you know it
invented so well
He invented a fortune, for a man named Bell
George Washington Carver, made the peanut great
Showed any man with a mind, could create
You
the Wolf, ''make my day''.
''Come on, cut it out'', snarled the Wolf, ''you're askin' for trouble,
Punk''. But Billy the Bird just kept on harassing him.
listening to George Jones?
Oooh thank you for the course in country music
The art that you made
A life that you can't believe until you've seen yourself
for sex
They support the whole system with the money that's spent
She fucked a thousand dudes but it really changes nothing
Cause he needs his ego
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas
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