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like that.
Okay. (Okay.)
Okay, everyone. This record was my idea.
Get out!
It was.
You're lying!
He...Hosehead here just sort of rides
out her hand
Sayin' father, father I love you
O praise Jesus I got her
Ok yeah billy goat an we'll play farm
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
I loved you, before I knew you lied
I've always been right here
So, don't you try to deny
I've been right by your side
Then you started
B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
repeating
Free to decide
To just let things slide
I'm free to be
However you want me
Bad news today
Sorry to say
You've been declined an open mind
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself you're such a lucky guy,
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
the slot and watch the
Drunken sailor boy dance.
She will not let you be
Her lov-ver.
She goes out looking for
The taxi.
Her phone is ringing
might weep your eyes
Listen While The Threnodies Begin (Uhuhuhu)
No, no one in here gets out alive
But let your frailty not deceive you
A little
always out a niggaz' life
Before I snitch I bet I die, no witness live to testify
I let the fact remain, leave the crack or rap game
My shit the same,
tough they only met that day they were lovers by dark
Laid out on the morning skies he puts a ring on her hand
He said listen babe we gotta take what's
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick
Young scoe Mack, toe back
The one ya'll love to blow back
I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle
By the only one showing is the one in the middle
Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown
You've got it bad for the system
'Cause you know it let you down
You see the marks on the whores
And the dimes
out of my life
Throw the rice and let those white doves fly
Oh happy day, I'm not the bride
Eat some more cake, throw the bouquet
Have some
western progress
Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments
Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been
I cracked the code and I knew what it's all about
We found the loft on Greene Street, swept that bad boy out
Alsatian wine, playing records way
Joke about nothing and you'll be forgiven
The laughs are just dying out one by one
The lonelies are coming to gather their forces
Left on a string,
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself you're such a lucky guy,
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
When I was a young man I was let astray
I met with a body down in Logy Bay
We went out in a weather
We wore out our shoes,
And up Kingsway road
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
to describe a feeling
I breathe out smoke against a window
Trace the letters in your name
Our letters sound the same
Full of all our changing
That isn't
A star up in the sky goes slowly passing by,
The lights below...they spell out your name.
You're comfort on my mind and you're with me all
you) on your way out
Don't you drown when your dreamboat runs onto the ground
I'd just like to know, do you love him or just makin' time?
By filling
pulling me over
Runs to the car, smells the reefer
Pull me out throws me to the ground
In his panic, feeds me to his dog
Road is hot burning flesh
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