Lyrics:
not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music,
Live it up written
by Creedence Johnson
Creedence johnson on vocals and guitar.
Josh Johnson on guitar
Nicotine and pain medication
Got my
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces,
keep killas like pitbulls on leashes,
aint no muthafuckin suckas,
nigga my soilders elite,
on the world
And trusting what's inside of you
Pretty little things
Well now the years gone by
Gotta a little off track
You take your eyes off the road
Driving
had to be
Little by little - Stone by stone
We already know - how this story goes
Dirty Little Secrets
Music and Lyrics by Russ Soper
Always played the martyr, heart on your sleeve
It's written all over your face, you know what I
slipnslide for us to maybe coincide
Like that track I had baby, bet you if you hear it
A small little hook to make you feel so incoherent
Come by my side
getting ready to leave this coast behind
With a little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell
I’m gonna have a story to tell
Maybe I left long ago
With
If I told you funny stories
If I moved a little closer
Would you put your hand on mine?
If I told you you were lovely
If I put my arm around you
As we go a little somethin like this, hit it
Now let's get this party, started off the right way
Ow and ho I think the crowd might say
When we're
right back on you
Take a little bit of fame, just a bit of glory
Take a little bit of fame and listen to her story
When you find your national eye, are
beautiful to behold, she's the greatest story never told
Though often I noticed all the little things she does
She's an angel sent down from heaven above
I
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Yeah this the one right here
Meka., sixteen
Young Taylor growing up, 20 years old
But let me speak on something 4 years back
This a story about
of Hash-Browns
Who even is Hash-Browns
Ah little ones
You best let me finish this story
And perhaps all your questions will be answered
Eh
The storms really
past
Story of my life
Story of my life
Story of my life
Yeah, good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
Why was we put in these certain situations
story in the making
Something that was meant to be
A heart patiently waiting for a little bit of destiny
A sweet love story is all she needs
Bobby's
loving glare
So tell me once more
All of your
Stories
Stories
Don't you worry little child
You don't have to cry
Don't be afraid of the belt that's held
And we were screaming
Kids now don't you know that all this shit is fantasy like the most black three stacks
Wearing chains cheap beer, oh ease up
Little
would try to tell the story just right
If you love just a little more
You'll find a sunshine waiting to explore
You'll be there at the open door
The door
back, put on your PJ's and nighties
While you hear the story entitled Out
Ahahahaha!
What the fuck is up?
I'm in the haugh
And Violent J's finna tell
than
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw
Ours down. That's what we did
Drove back to the church, had
There is not a chance for
A loser
Getting caught by coppers
Smoking weed In the yard
Naturally
And if I'm hanging around
If I'm not strong
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