Lyrics:
down, on top of your bed.
Oh why did I give it up to you?
Is this how I shoot myself up high,
Just high enough to get through?
Again, the false
part's for my love of new
How the bulbs in my heart are true
They send the shoots through my fingers into your bones
Oh the call of the collared
You might keep me alive
But I could let you down anytime that I like
Shoot down your absolute form in the primitive
I can't see the point in
remember,
Remember, remember, remember, remember.
Baby, hold me tight
Cause you can make it right.
You can shoot me straight to the top
Give me love and take
Swings on the chambers of your guns.
And tries to shoot the chord and light the path.
Aw but hell I'm just a blind man on the plains,
I drink my water
might, 'cause any night can change your life
Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
It's plain to fight, but different to shoot
And might do
Here she come down, say Mony Mony
Well, shoot 'em down, turn around come home, honey
Hey, she gimme love an' I feel alright now
Everybody! You got
bones of the dirty sounds
Time to time you feel you've found
But more and more you long to score
So light, your mouth and shoot your brain
If just
tense
She walks on my back
Now, the pay's okay
The benefits are great
I get to shoot the bull
With the world's smartest ape
Ah ha
I'm the human
Dogg]
Too much talking shit
Let's get down to this list
If you got beef go and run up
I'ma bust him in his lip
I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest
Shut
gonna have
The killer blood inside of me
Sapriety is some thing I never feel
Now my daddy always told me
To be the king of the hill
Shoot to kill
When I
a lot of cold things
Sha-Shoot-Shot-Sharp cold tings
We Roll Deep but we never judge though
'cause we get that cheddar but the rings still slow
never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you
One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head
Catch me if you can...
it's fun
To shoot at you
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the mother fuckin cops into the ground
Here she come down, say Mony Mony
Well, shoot 'em down, turn around come home, honey
Hey, she gimme love an' I feel alright now
Everybody! You got
legit like the Wu-Tang Clan
AND, I come to spit like Public Enemy man
AND, it's from The Roots like the hip-hop band
If I, I got to shoot I got
tours, freakin' girls at 13
Young, black and missive, just livin' my dreams
Interviews, photo shoots, young teen in zoo suits
Hearin' grown women sayin',
ya ma
[Rufus Blaq Rap:]
Man I done seen it all
Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs
With po-po, pepper stray, bully sticks
Broads impressed
your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I'm
G]
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
(man)
No you don't!
You might spot me in Versace suits
When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot
I own a fly home, four-car garage
With rides for me and my
Meet our band of merry men
Shake the hand of every one
We'll eat your food and steal your wives
Buy us beers we're friends for life
We only shoot
Police pull mi over and mi vehicle full a strap?
Big shoot out yo hear seh turf skull crack?
Simple mean a wouldn't me this pon the microphone a chat
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