Lyrics:
whatcha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
'Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
of those suckers was worse 'n you . . .
Frank: Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true
I mean, you're the Devil so . . .
Whatcha gonna do
a damn
Cause damn is ya baby gone
Do whatcha wanna do
But try to do the right thing
If its the right thing
Then go on
Do the damn thing
I know you get
a coupe
Whatcha gonna do
Keep u in the loop
Swoop on by
PEECH ANd snooze
Pull up in a few
Trouble maker
Mr faker
Actually a waiter
Mr skater
Hit the vapor
back'you wanna know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat with your noise,
With your dirt overdo me.
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
She's Gone. She's Dead
What'cha gonna do?
What'cha goin' thru?
What'cha gonna say?
You gotta tell me straight!
It's 7 AM, by her grave stone now
say stay away so I guess I'm gonna press the gas
And damn, I don't know what she gonna do with that ass
But Father God got my back and his love forever
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
ruin it (yeah)
I'm surviving my time
Never gonna waste it
It's my life yeah
Lyrics by: ISAAC HARVEY
I'm tryna keep from crying. Too often feels like I'm dying
Oh, yeah. I'm gonna do everything I want. I don't do trying
But right now, I'm starting
Bimbo Bimbo where ya gonna go-e-o Bimbo Bimbo whatcha gonna do-e-o
Bimbo Bimbo does your mummy know
You're goin' down the road to see a little
need me? You decide
What'cha gonna do? When she gonna see
Who you gonna love? Who's it gonna be now
When you gonna learn it's not what it seems
You were
no more room this year for hope
So now the kid’s get educated by MTV and the radio the radio
(Chorus)
It’s about time
To let us shine
I’m gonna shine
please do not harass me just hollar if you got me and fuck you if you had me.
Shot goes out tuh brian e, shot out tuh photo will.
Shout out tuh all our
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin' at?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin' at?
Megaman up first and he won't second no shit
I ain't
on the innocent
The filthy beast grows fat
Our daughters are compromised and their morals devoured
So tell me people, whatcha gonna do about that?
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
And he missed the swimming pool only by inches
And everyone
can't tell you how it's all gonna end
What good would knowing do you?
We've just gotta take it day by day
And I know it doesn't make any sense
But there's
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
It might as well rain 'cause nobody came
Jesse left so fast the baby got no name
Lilly Pearl, what'cha gonna name your baby?
Lilly Pearl, what'cha
a fortune telling fortunes, buy a house and a horse
And try to save some souls along the way
Well Esther Pearl, Esther Pearl
Whatcha gonna do when they
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