Lyrics:
[Buckshot]
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
of TNT, niggaz ain't
We play snowballs and make a snowman
Now we watch how the gopniks break it
People are drunk
And we having fun
Here is a priora stuck in a snowdrift
like Dora loves maps,
Like the pope's toilet loves, holy craps (that's a little one)
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch,
Like boys tossing salad
walked over to me
Now we're living so happily
You make me so happy, make me want to play my guitar
You make me so happy, just by being who you are
You make
you say don't seem to matter now it's all about the font
Carelessness is funny because karma loves to haunt
Everything's a drug it just depends what
i just sit back quietly
Smoke on my bricklayer joint
Now that's a lesson
For all of you adolescents
If the matter no concern you
Then you don't be
a Pope
Word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Getting touched by my lines, now you feeling the heat
Over and over again
They can't believe how far a young nigga came
But I will never complain
Got
I guess that's really just the price I pay for love
An now you make me sick gee who would of thought
Your new man
And your friends are really nothing,
to the table
And decided that relationships wasn't worth being faithful
Words from the wise: When you lie make sure the trail is gone
And don't expect a happy
mean by we are we way too young and
Tell me how many of us can be found
Are they happy now?
We're only given all them hand me downs
All them hand
you happy now?
(I hate you)
Is it still happy?
(Can you love me still?)
Are you still happy today? are you happy?
(Is that still apart of the deal?)
18
weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts
Would Evita win through?
But the answer is yes!
There you are, I told you so
Makes no difference where
Evita win through?
(Aides:) But the answer is yes
(Peron:)
There you are, I told you so
Makes no difference where she goes
The whole world over just
on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching
(America)
America where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons
I have an 11 year old son, and it's a different time now for young women. You have all that. I see beautiful women, female comics that do their
like to do that now, I've written some haikus
Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of 17 syllables, three lines
Five, seven, five
And I find them
easy. Ventilators are hard, ventilators are a big deal. And we are now the king of ventilators. We have so many ventilators. You know, I said nobody that
own years
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I want me to be that way
Now this time im coming home to you
Everyday by day
I have to face the strain
Of being
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
I'm saying
Karma is like a bank and its here to collect
Cause once you're in debt , you'll always be in debt
Its a struggle!
Yours and mine are
socks, shoes, shirts
All of these with only happy colours
I'm in a bad mood
Do not get me angry
You won't like that side me
Baby don't go to bed mad
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