Lyrics:
Thomas Argus makes no bones he makes determination
When you can't see very far
You must be stuck where you are
If we could just fly away
Fly away
Driving in my big car
Giving in to speed
Few beers and bass guitar
Is all I need
Getting hold of rock 'n' roll
It's all in my blood
I'm gonna let it
A dope sack
A sixteen? Stretch that
Double that, yeah, flip that
Big steps, work hard
Big yards, slanging footballs
Have 'em running back
Receivers serving
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
hall crowd
As boots stir the dust on the floor
At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen
As beers disappear by the score
But hangovers I'll bet
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
with awe-filled reverence towards that
Glorious huge majestic sphere
I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer immensity,
I had to pop myself a beer
And that minnow you couldn't seem to land
Didn't look that big to me
You boys are good actin' tellin' them tales
But truth be known, we know damn well
with awe-filled reverence towards that
Glorious huge majestic sphere
I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer immensity,
I had to pop myself a beer
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino
JULES
-- okay so, tell me again about the hash bars?
VINCENT
Okay what d'you want to know?
JULES
Hash is legal
are welcome here on campus. Be it the traditional dog,
Or cat, or even the occasional reptile."
Buffoon: "One time I fed it some beer man! It was
play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it?
All I
somebody snores
It's time for tea, we set for four
Well we return to the bar it's early now
Stale smell of smoke and beer
We buy and look around sit by
Bobbi the waitress
Kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By
My house,
Has a Big H on the front.
The H was given to me,
by the boy who grew up in the Big R House.
I’m proud of my Big H.
It’s the only one
at posithink
Sometimes we are down and get on a dust
Send me a big milkshake
A milkshake
We are hooked on life by minority
It's the only thing holding us
Holding
love
She's living there
It's been six long months
And more since I've seen her
Years have gambled and gone
Like summer wages
In all the beer parlors
All
hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, are-O-see mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's
Bikini's And Beer
The margaritas are flowin' like the waves in the ocean
Got my toes buried deep in the sand
There's a warm summer breeze,
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she
(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's
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