Lyrics:
to the bank and you think
Fin to get that gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see
If we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus
He
done
When I find that I have to run
Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King
The words we bring I write, and sing
Cause I am Latifah, the Queen
I called a producer
I sent off the one-act
I started the story
He said to come see him
I dropped out of college
I met this musician
Now let's get right on down to the skit
A baby is brought into a world of pits
And if it could've talked that soon
In the delivery room
It
silverspoon.
He could be anyone he wanted but who could he be ?
Little man just wants to break free !
Every one is nice and the mood is good
But the tiger growls
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick
He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
become martyrs, let's toast to 'em
King Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown, no the show ain't over
Until Rome's ruined
'Til the republic is
I couldn't do it
And that I was fine if he didn't want me
Working there anymore
But he kept me on
And even tried to entice me away
Asked me to name my
the cracked crazed face of the man in the urine clothes
Yes nobody wants to know
I saw him last year in the snow by the underground
But this year it's R.I.P.
Bust his head when you pump the Glock
Got my bread up, I run the block
I don't play around with you bombaclots
Bring it you to you if you really want
here...got me through"
Let’s bring that stranger down to look him in the eye
Confront his secrets to confirm he didn't lie
Oh no, here we go again - don’t ask
3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'
but I don’t want him to waste her
He told me "back off, goddamn
You don’t understand
The way we love is special, just let it go”
(Why don’t you let it
Stone cold stunner, spittin’ 3 16s
Better duck and cover, ‘fore the fat lady sings
Like Cee Lo Green, still don’t see no green
Hauntin’ these
blaze
Still let him fly me away
Sing him a song for today
Til' it's time to leave but I stay
No candles, no roses, or pedals
He has read my mind so it's
to the family law
His parent's don't leave him alone they always ask for more,
They don't let him alone, he wants to live on his own
With all this rage under this
a feeling that I'd give to him
And in return, he'd give it back
But it's more than a friendly sensation
Oh, I had to be tripping out on the girls
Body
the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Then break up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the pavement
Believe me
smell you then to him she fucking reeks
He wouldn't hurt a fly; he doesn't like their wings
Nor can he catch them mid flight, no
But he wants her juicy
won't you realize
If we want to break down we'd better compromize
Don't let days of small kind get loose
By makin' him the offer he can't refuse
gutter, niggas in tuition
Wish a nigga would, wish him well
He'll need intervention due to inhibition and addition
Of when you get in division of a hyper
love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If
here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance 'cause we are not free
one to defeat him
don’t try to fight
he is the bully guy
Stealing snacks at the break time
hang by the pants and ask if is tight
if the teacher knows
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