Lyrics:
somebody snitching somebody dying see
Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three
Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat
the middle of a Ku Klux Klan meeting
They all stopped, as they stood there staring at me
I must have seen a 100 guns they had pointed at me
White robes, white
hundred thousand dollar checks
To buy a boa constrictor to sit around my neck
Travel with sound crew that's comin' from SoundView
Keith Korg, last name
we were alone
And your parents weren't home
I'd now a hundred obscenities
(chorus 2x)
If I really loved you
This is what you'd do
Oh baby, I
witout no draws
I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome
I want a crack house so fiends could black out
[Sticky Fingaz]
I want a hundred mil tax
me away
To the place time will not fade
Colder than dead
Darkness, eternity
But look out
A hundred thousand centuries
The sun had never seen
when I look at your place
Your hair it cost a hundred dollars
And there's shit all over your face
Out of sight out of mind
Too much money too much
of the poor.
Let's all meet by the sea,
And watch the sun go down on 100 years.
The tide is drawing in
And its time to listen to a world of tears.
Like
He'd seen the fear
Upon the earth
Hatred, death and pain, four-hundred years worth
A witness to
Brutality
And evil warmonger's insanity
His written
Sometimes, in the middle of the day
When the sun is high in the sky
It can be a hundred degrees
And a shiver of lonesome runs through me
Call it heavy metal comes on hard and fast
We're the men who play it we're here to kick your ass
[Chorus]
Coming like a hurricane a hundred
When every day begins in yesterday
When every light around you shines
You are the lover of a hundred others
So don't tell me what to do
Retreat
hey, hey!
I'll be Doggone if you ain't a pretty thing
And I'll be Doggone if you ain't warm as a breath of spring
And if we live to be a hundred
but a hundred percent nigga
want to the B.G. ?? when the stick is ??
But if I got a gat - it's on
I ain't color blind, I see blue and red nigga
Do
It took me one hundred years to find you
It's sad I admit
But I can't quit
[Chorus]
Every now and then you blow me a kiss
But then you blew it
I can still hear our music, sound of one hundred screaming
Silver tongued and simon-pure
Half complete without you here
Thick as thieves
Miles
the clerk point at you and say, "They bought the last bag"
You won't help change the McDonald's sign to a Hundred Billion Served
You'll never get AIDS
You
the vanquished
Samarkand, Bukhara, Nishapur, Merv
A hundred thousand heads rolling in the dust
Oceans of sacrilege raged and rushed
Eternal sadism's only law
day
Could you believe one hundred twenty in the shade
Thanks a lot
It gets so hot
And we're living in it like it or not
You never fail to interrupt
a shepherd
He had three sons
A herd of dirty sheep
He protected three hundred acres
His land spanned wide
His sons divided three ways
The night that
smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin
And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take
Slip and stuck slowly to the same game
Several hundred years we have been in a chain gang
Let our shackles only add on to a migraine
Old fame,
How many bands have wrote this song before?
I can name at least fifty
I bet you could name a hundred more.
There's over a couple thousand chord
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls
A street that's paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds
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