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a sign hung up above your door 'No visitors allowed in rooms, By law!' Everybody's halo shines [Repeat: x3] In God's Hotel. Everybody's halo lookin'
going slow My ol' Bronco I flipped it over up on Arnot Hill Turned it back over and fixed the grill You know where I been by that old oil spot Most times
Washington Otis empties out the trunk On the steps of that celebrated dump Sleazing by the sea Bow down to her royal travesty In her ballrooms heads
blocks (ay) [5x] [VERSE 3] all that tuff talk ya just wastin ya breath hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin ya breath you got loose lips..ya
A place afar in distant dreams Mystic winds blow Men mount birds of prey to war And raid each others shore Wizards and Warlocks battle by night
know that every landmark Triggers memories Of stupid places and silly things That were meaningless before We'd seen them together (repeat 3x)
tough. You always give him the shaft! (Heh, he's had three months to try!) Get it fuckin' right this time, stupid ass (lamer?) Chorus (x 6): It's all in
me pull your file -- stop shammin! [Chorus: x3] "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" Stop shammin! Stop, hold-up,
kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me I done
And in last place by ten lengths I believe it is, yes, It is Feitlebaum. Around the turn, Heading for home, It's Stu Chan and Dog Bisquit and Girdle in
you're buyin' is a fifth wheel They gotcha by the ying yang More dollar for the big bang And when you have to have it Somehow you always find away,
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay You asked for it buddy, here it comes One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep
kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga Yeah, I done told you niggas 9 or 10 times stop fucking with me I done
held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You
shinin that's fo sho/bitch I'm clean that's all I know and I'm ridin in the drop real slow/bitch I'm clean that's all I know when I pass by watch they
our happiness. [Repeat: x3] No that wasn't our happiness No that wasn't. [Repeat: x3] Goddess come and lift us Here in deepest Louisiana.
we've cause to lament For we slaved away four years of our lives and earned about three pounds ten
came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D P.E, DMC, nigga know your history If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me
? You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- [Chorus:] Break it down! x3 Yo Bob,
Lincoln Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums And testified to me, "Joe's washing the short, Changing da oil He'll be here by three." So the little hand hits
Get up, wake up, open your eyes Take up, Puerto Rican judo class (Puerto Rican Judo)x3 That's, the only alternative that, you have to pass Living
happen Is migraines, the x-rated though remains We relaxing, and you nagging me for the agony To your anatomy, by the fractions Your measurements,
flossin in my heavy chevy/ X2 (Verse 1) I feel like an old Seven tray impala/ Wit no doors and no windows/ Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/ Been riding
down desperate avenues, sing a song, sing a song of sweet joy [Repeat: x3] Such a sweet joy Such a sweet joy Did the sisters' ever tell you
back too late The runabout was idling behind the gate Mr. Mercury, his dials and his springs, Set out for Mr. Quick (U.S. patent No. 353480723x0894) By