Lyrics:
and reminisce
Long talks and walks and also your soft kiss
We went shopping at Macy's, skating at Lacey's
Cut off all my dime pieces, even thick Stacey
large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
of the bullet is indicated by a red flame.
AP incendary cartridges are used for destroying fuel, gasoline and for
destroying targets protected by thin armour
CHILD WATERS
I warn you all you ladies fair that do wear red and brown
That you don't leave your father's house to run with a boy from town
For here
siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got
hands as soft and firm as hand
His soul is as vast as the skies
Blessed by the gods below, his soul!
My skin remembers his touch
And his heart
Yo broski
I heard them man der orochi
Pure snakes in the grass
Racks Get your head banned like shinobi
Best not side step by the gang
You lost your
me)
And I ain't the homie (I ain't the homie)
Had to chill by my lonely (Had to chill by my own)
Had to refrain from the wrong things
You think I'm
once
I love you once
I knew you once
I knew you once
Post Chorus:
My love, oh, by the soft light oh
My love, by the sunlight oh
Chorus:
I loved you
It's soft to run on
But tough enough to withstand the reality of the ground
Or the reality of the context we're livin' in
That's the soul
Let's just
tough they only met that day they were lovers by dark
Laid out on the morning skies he puts a ring on her hand
He said listen babe we gotta take what's
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
There's ole Gray with her dove-winged hat
There's ole Green with her sewing machine
Where's the bobbin at?
Tote an old grain in a printed sack
a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who
is empty and the silence is killing me.â??
The was overheard and the city streets were dead
They heard a soft alarm that was set by Mr. Arm (patent
Oooo.....
Take a little bit of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Then you add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Ooh,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Haters bow down and kiss the pinky rang mayne
(Big Diamond Rang) Ay
[Hook - Rasaq]
Ay you could tell by my (pinky rang that I'm so throwed)
Ay, Uh-Ey - Ay
diamond rangs) Haters bow down and kiss the pinky rang mayne
(Big diamond rangs)
(Big diamond rangs)
Ay you could tell by my (Pinky rang that I'm so
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Golden rings and hair tied with ribbon
Early spring when winter's forgiven
Laughing past pleasures warm by the fire
Come inside
Silver vase,
I. A Bit of Finger
(Instrumental)
II. Sleeping Village
Red sun rising in the sky
Sleeping village, cockerels cry
Soft breeze blowing in
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