Lyrics:
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
Took my bitch to the Hamptons
Left her little brother Howard
This where real love happens
Not that thug shit from Broward
I got lyrics for your
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
to Howard
Guess the money don't make the love sweet
Cause you call me in heat
Every time it goes sour
You wonder through his corridor
He don't know I got you
Benzs out front Howard
Tell me what you know about it
If the watch don't say it
Then the chain shouts it
If seeing is believing
Then you'll never doubt it
Jones talking Julio
If it's up then it's up don't care who he know
I be shooting them clips like a movie though
Let off a clip and the opps be the actors
And they already know
Then I get love from the B's
Love from the C's
Mexican, Asian that's a more of O G's
Throw it up when they see me
And holler
cousin Jessie and
Me and my brother June, my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me to y'all I want y'all to know I love you
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
know what I mean
Take it slow baby
Five nine to Five Guys it's all mine you know what's fine
Invisible to the World
It seemed like so long ago when I put
ahead baby bust down
Let me show you what I be on
I need a little freak like Adina Howard down to (Pump Pump)
From late night to the early morning
Her
To love you anymore,
My world just seemed to stop,
While I stood there so close to you,
They changed your name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
you mean that much to meSo if I call youDon't make a fussDon't tell your friends about the two of usI'm not in love, no no, it's because
I keep your
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know
Theodore Bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight, folks!
Mark:
But, don't leave
look you in your eyes I turn medusa into stone
How many more nights could i survive all alone
The infamous but lil less known Paula Jones
Cause don't
(Frzy)
Tick Tick Tock on me
Tick Tick Tock on me
Tick Tick Tock on me
Tick Tick Tock on me
(Terry Jones)
Come and join my energy, ah
I know that
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
Disappeared brawny lumberjack Butch Jones
Released from fifteen years as Bigfoot love slave
Mourning wife says, "He's just not the man I married"
Vatican
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