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and gold plate things
Cause I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour
The ladies know I'm the man with the power
And now that you know a little more
Like a Good Old Friend
I pick up my guitar when things go wrong It helps me turn the world off through a song
When I figure out the chords I feel
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
and a judge with a very progressive and humanitarian track record
For a man of his time.
But when he lost his first bid for governor in 1958 by hedging
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
vote Such is the Duality of the
Southern Thing And George Wallace died back in
'98 and he's in Hell now, not because he's a
Racist His track record
and I was supposed to get a job, right?
And he was like, "Yo, you gotta get a fucking job bro."
Things were going so good with the music that we kinda
Oohs
Gonna lose my mind by the end of the night
If I don't fall asleep
Can't quit wanting things that I don't need
When you're living in a tunnel
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
stable
Topsy turvy like a dreidel
Little like he makin’ play-doh
But he’s seventeen now
He’s seventeen (wow)
And if there’s one thing that I learned
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do this one right
Put it all together, never look back
I'm dropping on your ass these diamond hot tracks
I'm a little bit
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin' game
I was scrimmagin'
My penmanship is so hard it needs
way
But I respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
OddDreeRose, here to to keep you on your toes
Fuck the tracks, I'm off task on task
UH
Not gonna play by the rules
Got it going fast, little engine that could
want to
Stayed far, but when they jump me, became a good runner
One by one they all went under, so I had the last laugh
They all thought it all was
The best thing in life is always you
So be good to your family and be good to your crew
Bonjour Emilie yea you new
Pole vu France yea me too
I hope
screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd
never ending feeling splendid things might go my way
Things are great I'm feeling good I'm feeling like it's Saturday
Working through the week and I'm
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