Lyrics:
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
To go
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy,
Peter:
'I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not, and thou, when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.'
Ye men of Judea, and all ye
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
Noble works of art, made by man
To glorify gods.
Invaluable intellectuality that does not
Correspond to whom they were, intended.
Hey holy men! How
ever wrote a bible
Or a Quran
He ain't have to write no shit, he ain't no playwright
It's written in your essence
But the Bible is written by men
the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
his thong
I ain't kiddin I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin
riddle middle men to rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend
I use men like Mennen in my
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
think Jesus can
Say Hey St Peter can you let me in
He said Girl I can't cover for all this Sin
You know I can't help you
But Jesus Can
So I been locked
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
the wild thing
Sayin' please won't get this sleaze to skease
Goes this skease only G's for fees
Only works late, downtown 1st and Pike
Yours for the night,
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
your body start to shut down, section by section
Then I'm gone like the wind, in and out, zero detection
So fly, I never land with a peanut butter
A noble fleet of whalers
Went sailing from Dundee
Well manned by British sailors
To work upon the sea
On a western ocean passage
None can but can
Mama need some mens (got her work cut out for you)
Momma need a benz (got a roof cut out for you)
Kinda short up on yo rent (got a whole new house for
a lot
He came through, straight strip search
He said I'm coming back, and I'ma put in work
Niggas told him, hey yo, leave that shit alone
But pride
for a new world,
A decent world that will give men a chance to work,
That will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these
God watchin' over you wherever you go
Yes, the good lord works
In mysterious ways
If your poor back breakin'
Under all that weight
St. Peter
a bad bitch from St. Louis to Valejo
Way up they don't exist (men tie Taio)
This ain't ecstasy
Yea, see I got something you gon like it
Depending
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
word in with St. Peter
But you must be willing to dig a little deeper
Salvation
Manifistation
Gates of Heaven
He needs money to save you honey
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