Lyrics:
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
as I boldly walked by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die!"
"My friends and relations
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E.,
there for business every day at nine
For business is real bad one client's all he's had in quite a long long time
Then sheriff Selman's boy broke in
a man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me?
Die for me?
Live and breathe for me?
Do you care for me?
'Cause if you
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
boys that know wat it is that comes with it knows wat a girl like to feel
I want a boy that can make mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Feels so good it makes
if [A] you'll let us stay here
I'll try my best to make it up to [D] you.
The little boy looked frightened
At the thin man who has come in from
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
Once there was a boy and girl
Boys said, "I love you so"
Girl said, "I'll never leave you"
They grew older and left each other
'Cause that's
the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they
As I was slowly passing by an orphan's home one day,
I thought I'd stop a little while just to watch the children play.
Alone, a boy was standing,
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies
like you to love and understand
Now that you've come to fill that place, you're my buddy, man to man.
There comes a time when every boy grows so
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote
of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
And then they found a little nook in a stable all forlorn,
and in a manger cold
the neighbors from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've come to lead
electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
She said, "Little boy, won't you come home with me?"
Well, I'm not the world's most
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
And a telephone call too
Yeah, I think you're starting to get dirty now over there, boy
They gon' have a meeting at the Lodge Hall, you wanna come by later on?
We gonna send the hounds in
I said wait
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
You boys get ready
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
gonna be corny too.
Long about nineteen seventeen
Jazz'll come upon the scene,
Then about nineteen thirty-five
You'll begin to hear swing,
Boogie
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