Search results for 'Mid Day Meal Program'

your day (Puff)
How does this wine taste (Puff)
Verbal foreplay
It's like bk, have it your way
Get wit the program that were in
Kiss the complexion

this rent
I ain't even gon' say shit
And half of what is left goes to her
(Why?) 'cause I ain't use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips (meal

Atop a Hotdish
You can have it for dinner
You could have it for lunch
You can even have it for a mid-day brunch
They say you can't have Hotdish every

the baddest 'cause she in her mid-40s
And your phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
'Cause they running around like they was your age and you was

The wind blows hard mid-May
Uneventful summer following busy school days
We brought you in with the heavy news
But soon

We'll be swinging

LA

Snoop Dogg

Brass Knuckles [Clean]

2008

just stepped in the place, the Mid west
It's your OT homie Nate, all day
A homie snooped and upped, Nelly, L.A.
And we all up in your face, all day

Payday in the Village

Eddie from Ohio

Portable EFO Show

1998

Now maria, she is a teller
Down at the savings & loan
Most of the days
She finds different ways
To kill time while she sits alone
But it's

Binary Stream

Pigface

Easy Listening...

2003

sightless and colourless, moving by program alone.
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's

left, nigga
There's only one day left, nigga
It's the end of the world, motherfucker
Shit, we right here with Busta Rhymes, motherfucker
The baddest,

To all the dogs with docked tails
Licking souring stale ale
Off the floor by the door
While your owner's passed out
It's mid-morning and you deserve

They wanted us to stay in our own rooms
So we found a place that enjoys the dance moves
Around mid day the secret was out
I couldn't stop the crowd
They

not

Dis' is why, dis is why
Dis' is why ima hot

dis' why i'm hot i dont gotta rap
i can sell a meal sayin nothin on the track
I reppresent New York i

fuck tests
We gas up the mid i made my power move and
Been broke ever since
But the hood ain't the same
Niggas either gotta agree that
They buried under

[Intro]
Ok
Yaw
Ay

[Chorus]
First day at school I was flirtin’ wit’ my teacher uh
First sunday church I was pissin’ off the preacher uh
I’m a bad egg

to this collective
Every whim for her and him is seeded (by) unseen forces from within

Ever since a memory hole
Faux, golden and concealed
Born the day

wanted ascendency
Now that I'm onboard with the program
I reap the rewards it enables
I know I've come a long long way
From eating meals at cardboard

mid-day dance breaks and internet shutdowns
You said "hindsight's 20/20"
With your glasses in your hair
I catch a glimpse of yesterday
I'm looking around

I got problems cause I'm super slow inside my brain
Sometimes I get super high and I don't know my name
Got the munchies now I'm eating seven meals

for days 
All his holy rays 
Blasting through the dark
Oh God not too far 

Your meals must be catered 
To this ancient rite 
Treat her like you hate

empty bellies
Haven't had a meal, not a single bite in one too many days
cnd he hasn't had a job, can't make a living
In about 25 or thirty weeks.

Verse

People always ask me why I act this way
I’m telling ‘em it’s time I spent and my actual wage
These days, what can I say
Got me open to the sound,

Where you from?
Straight outta the muthafuckin' crib, ho
On one twenty-eighth, me and Slim, doe
Dead broke, we was smoking mid, bro
Baby mama

From the morning to the mid-afternoon
The sun is high and a flower is in bloom
I could deliver my eyes to sleep
But we dive in the sheets and then we

Aye look, still sippin' expensive liquor without a chase
The meals acquired taste, used to have haters Niggas been real quiet as of late
But really,