Primo maggio di festa oggi nel Viet-Nam e forse in tutto il mondo, primo maggio di morte oggi a casa mia ma forse mi confondo. E che titolo rosso oggi
Marshall] In the sunshine, just pimps and ho's and playas [x2] Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine Just pimp's and ho's and
lead the way, I've found more clouds are grey Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
They try to play me Them ho's really think they got me goin But when I fuck 'em the next day I'm goin out hoin' And showin them ho's that I'm not weak
catch dates, dodge cop cars All damn day, my mind stay awake In Western Union for my game outta states I'm keepin 'em happy, a peez paradise when they
this liquid? Pimp down for pussy is making paper Put your bitch to work and stop being a ho saver I'm a seven day mack from Friday through Friday If I
the bed Born oven You's a fag Movin' fast Happy ass, gone lucky Picture this A Nigga get blissed to remeniss Fuck a ho Fuck her slow Put a strong in
Noone, heh I thought you knew My favorite meal is anything with meat My favorite quote, "Can I have a receipt?' My favorite show is 'Who's the Boss' And my favorite ho
then forgotten about Feelin' good like a mothafucka first day out Took air in my lungs, been awhile since I did so Smoked me a blunt, fucked a hood rat ho
second, come to checkin' all you slobs with the quickness Dumpin' with the Tec you close you're eyes and try you wish this This was a dream and maybe one day
See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers And every day I play awake a nigga learnin by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that
over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho
I guess it's not my lucky day today oh well You've been good to me You make me feel so happy Can't believe that I deserve it though Love's more than
from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy Stuck, killed
respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+ And ya section know when any day Techs could blow
apart. Found on OldieLyrics.com Oh, you're happy now, And you can't see how Those weary blues Ever gonna come to you; But as you sow-ho-ho, So shall you
Dray] Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks
way I've found more clouds of grey than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall, get that way Heigh-ho! Alas! Also, lack-a-day! When every happy