Lyrics:
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
And a safe to stash these Frito Lays
Times was hard, I watched my mama robbin' Paul just to get Peter paid
And now my paper folded like when teachers don't
Sometimes you feel like a nut
Sometimes you don't
Peter Paul Almond Joy's got nuts
Mounds don't
and Bleek
Them niggas like my Peter and Paul
My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title.....
Do you believe, it's Hova the God
of Chris Wallace
So how could I not be hot?
That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop
Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks
I chew coals & spit
Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag
with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry niggaz
supposed to make it off Section 8
Robbin' Peter just to pay Paul
Prepare to risk everything
You need to let go (let go)
If you wanna fly, take the leap
Please dont` think I`ve suddenly gone mad.
You have all the qualities of Peter Pan;
I`d go far before I`d find a sweeter pan
And yet
[Chorus]
I love
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
could be heard but not seen While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain Chorus: Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's
way
My way, my way
Yo, I'm always early
I never take off 'cause I got a job
Rob Peter to pay Paul
Now I realize it's the winner that takes all
Momma and Daddy all by herself
It's hard to hold down the fort when you're holdin' down a job
She'd rob Peter to pay Paul but he's already been robbed
think I've suddenly gone mad.
You have all the qualities of Peter Pan;
I'd go far before I'd find a sweeter pan
And yet
I love your funny face,
again.
? likes Peter
Peter likes Paul
She caught em making out
In the cubicle
She ran and told her girlfriend
To cause a bit of fuss
Then she took another
soul
If you can't pray like Peter
If you can't be like Paul
Go home and tell your neighbour
He died to save us all
There is a balm in Gilead
To make
saying
I'm all about makin' some fat Louise
So I can buy my kids
Motorcycles, candybars, Peter Paul
Flavor Flave, he ain't mad at all
Boye
be going mad
Hello peter, hello Paul
Saints and sinners, welcome all
Tommy Cannon and Bobby Boy
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Consider, if you
pretty body against a parkin' meter
Strip your dress down
Like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy
Lemme show you baby I'm a talented boy
pretty body against a parkin' meter
Strip your dress down
Like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy
Lemme show you baby I'm a talented boy
bitch ass niggas put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter
Compton's my city, that motherfucker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfuckers that
Disciple (street's)
Disciple (street's)
Disciple (street's)
Disciple (Esco)
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon
OG Max
2 Rue Paul Bert, Place Voltaire, tu connais l'corner, nigga
My nigga
Jeune Toutslar à la prod' (peh)
Libérez Smoke (peh)
J'suis sur
They taking our jobs
Robbing all of the peters
And killin the Paul’s
Susie ain’t tough enough
Replacing the bod
Revolution is here
Should they televise
I
Peter said to Paul
That's all I've got to give, but don't get it wrong
I'll return on sunny days, laying low with Lindy's babe
And we'll watch
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