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at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his
''You gotta ask yourself a question:
'Do I feel lucky?'
Well do ya? Punk?''
Passed out on the side of the road
Religion
Cool kids spinning out
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
Someone's got a hold of my heart
Someone's got a hold of my heart
You, you, you, you
Yeah, you got a hold of my heart
I hear the hot-blooded singer
than old words
Living by faith, Corinthians 2:4
Having zeal to run, persecuted or adorned yall
WcKE UP
How many times do I got to say it
Forsake
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's
The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along
He got himself a mess o'
'm here
Reefers and vino, rest cures, religion and pills, and I'm here
Been called a 'Pinko', commie tool, got through it stinko by my pool
I should've
single.
It was a song about a pure and simple love.
There's a girl on heaven hill.
I come up to her cabin still.
She said Husker Du got huge.
But
nobody does it better than Too $hort
I got so many raps, I know you can't have more
Cause I grew up on the mic, I spent my whole life
Writin' raps, late
바보같은 의견 무시 right
친구 아님 결제 따로 right
Bently 얹어 타고 여기 ride
Drift skid skid skrrt
Love is all I got
Love is all I need
Love is all I got
Love is
Look
I go by the name of
Bkk
This is my band
On my left hand side
We got Matt Bonilla
On the guitar
Right behind him
We got the one and only
Sterke
the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
the mind, have you got the mind
Here she comes walking
Here she comes talking
I do believe it's Madame Joy
She's walking by that old street corner
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
stirring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Oooo....
Rabbis and the friars
Ahhh, the bishops and the gurus
You got
tonight (G-step, G-step)
Mm, I know sometimes we got to smile, to keep from cryin'
We're gonna, G-step tonight (G-step), G-step tonight
Niggas still
imprisoned by sex and religion
Or is God the one that's trapped in our mess?
So remember folks
When you kneel to pray
Blow a little kiss
the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
I came for distraction
Then I got swept away
By this new religion
By my digital faith
And all of my friends are here, up to no good
So why
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