Lyrics:
blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on
Nelly Furtado:
Ah tell me
What's going on in the world today
I'd rather be dead
Than turn
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Keep it light, Mr. Cooler, do it right, now come on, nigga
Cannot see me, me, me, me, me, what them fuckers thinking? (Fucker)
Into the night, I
that minimum pay
Ugh
Aye Mr. Bossman
You gotta show what you say
And pay what you owe
By the end of the day
I don't need excuses
I don't need
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
alone over by the jukebox
Like she's something to sell
I said, baby what's the going price?
She told me to go to hell
Shot down in flames
Shot down
pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
shorty, that's for that other bitch
I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy
That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely
I'm drinking bubbly,
number's
in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
I see you stressin' my nigga now tell me what is going on
Somebody took ya bitch
I guess you
really thought that that was it
I just think that you have more than you can handle
What's all the soup for anyway?
I didn't think you even really liked
You took my heart and ran away
Forever in my heart you'll stay
No matter what we've been through
I'm going to keep on loving you
It's not
on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do
They're really saying I love you
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
of the fiends, and- (what? What?)
That was back in the day
Now we involved in legitimate business, baby, we came a long way
Sometimes I hop on the road by
will
So will your enjoyment and
Understanding of poetry"
KEATING
RICHARD: We shouldn't be doing this
KEATING:
McALLISTER: What the hell is going
the hour
Just rub it on her back, rub it on her back, rub it on her back
All over me
I'm gonna give you something baby
But I wonder does it really even
'm going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed
nigga, we got some Balmains
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)
But really what
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
can smell the chronic blowing
I got girls all around, I got my Hef' game going
Baby girl right but her partner got ass
Baby girl left but her partner
can start figuring out
What the hell is going on in my city
Mr. Mooks
Look man I don't know
What happened
Lets figure it out
Mr. Choko Noko
Well first
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
in peace
Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf
Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard
Big Pepper, God damn what y'all thinkin about
They gone, I mean they
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