Lyrics:
For in this ros contained was
Heaven and earth in little space
Res miranda
By that ros we may well see
That is one God in persons three
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television
1, 2, 3, 4
No, I want more
5, 6, 7
It's not OK
How come you taste so good?
This time I'm really hooked
It's half past ten, it's getting late
court fee (what is rap?)
Rap is a summer breeze (what is rap?)
You could listen to rap in the booty club, gettin a dick tease
Rap is strike three (what
Last time in Victoria
It was three am
Ain't no one near
It was me and you
In the city lights
On the outside
Sharing lines
And empty
my eye when she walked by lookin' like a freak
I leaned over kissed her on the cheek.
I was being careful not to move too fast,
But she smiled when
10:00 I was gonna write a letter but at 1:00 is when I opened up my eyes. 3:00 turned into 5:00. I watched the day pass me by. 6:00 I was changing
came bustin' down the door
She caught me by the middle and threw me naked on the floor
[Chorus]
Now me and my companions go to a public place
lost niggas too.. I shed tears too.. I can't cry no more, yo Tony what'chu die for? Three strike 915 is what I ride for You and Roc hold it down, we
their paying - he works till 3:00 - it's such a racket - all you need are Dockers and - a Members Only jacket - How- How- How- How- How- How- - How did
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say she love you but
and round and round
Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave
Come and pull the weeds
Come and write your name
Sitting here the sirens seem so far away
primadonna dances slow on Valium
After the game the benchwarmer can't get a ride
In space there is no center
We're always off to the side
John Parker III
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
I
Sometimes late at night
By the candle light
All too subtly
You mood alter me and I
CHORUS
I'll be drinking up the minutes as they pass
Mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do Re Mi, Do Re Mi
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti
Let's see if I can make it easier
Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray,
(Willcox)
This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you
Where's my lunch?
Where's my fucking lunch?
Big big tears
By
writing/recording session, "By far, that's the most fun I've ever had in the studio!" This was also recorded at Kevin's in April of '97 and was written and recorded
and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard greens
Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means- we
all my love to you
Sending you all my
Every move you make
Day by day, I pray for you
You're the reason why
I have to say goodbye to you
be proud if he could see
Your orbit will increase by forty-three inches every century
One, two, three
From the old sod to the new land
We came over by the score
We cut the ties said goodbye
And closed the old world door
We settled
it lookin' back
I gotta turn around I can't stop thinkin' exactly that
you-turn the past I leave behind
For the ill bumpin' two busted six by nines
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