Lyrics:
ever was
Is JLo i could write a dissertation about the
Two seconds during which MTV caught
JLo watching Nicki do
"Anaconda" at the VMAs perhaps
JLo, in
our place so we can inherit the universe
The planet Earth belongs to God
This is nineteen ninety-seven
Every square inch of it
That he chose for
you know that sHit's real
Pistol grip pump on my lap all times
I used to drive a Hyundai
With the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
THat kill bay
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Counting toes
Feeling great
Let's count toes on feet
Come on
This is neat
[Verse 2]
Big toe is the first
It's number
falls, skulls burst in two
The eyes burst from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors he does this to
Piling up the corpses of those he slew
of those two numbers
And divide it by the second to find the
Mean, median, mode
Mean, median, mode
The median’s in the middle
And the mode, that’s just
gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that shit
Chorus: repeat 4X
Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby
[Manny
Yea, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock
hating
6. We rotating, Put another one in rotation
7. We cannot invite you, This is only for the flight crew
8. We rize up & ignite fuel & we ain’t never
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought, "What is she doing
At my mate's place?"
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good
the page
Munchhausen syndrome by proxy
A subtle poison that we can't gauge
You are one angry mother
Our fields as dry as bone
And masses cross lost borders
part
And I think you know
This love's for real
It's time to show just how I feel
Time after time I refuse to see why
I can't go on without you by my
under)
This is just the plan,famous me
Loved by many,known by many,Saw by many
Hate by many,--by many
So i,try to get the best of me(that's right)
I wanna
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
No, no, no! Well
I am a man of medicine
No opera star my voice is thin
Though I play cards and violin
At none of this do I excel
The talent that i
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
[Mannie Fresh]
Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
I can barely fight the urge
Only thing that matter right now is these two verbs
I'm talkin' me and you
So fine, I'd think I'd start seein' you
Her
And of course, we show no remorse
I'm doing one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche
[Chorus: x2]
[Too Short]
Till death do us part, with all your heart
It
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
but there's some differences beyond our colour skin
Example
He breaks my balls when he says all the people became assholes and this world is cold
It's
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