sapins, aux chutes du Niagara Chez les indiens a Saskatchewan Dis-moi ou tu es, oh ! mon canoe {x6} Dis-moi ou tu es Je voudrais partir en week-end,
P.O. dont like Nickatina And an old man was lettin' ya go And I could see I was what you was looking for He said bring me a G, then next week a G I said
the fiddle for 9 church meetings and I joined 11 separate denominations. I signed up and joined up for 7 of the best trade unions I could find and paid my dues about 6 weeks
old flame I'm still in love with Emily Kane I don't even know where she lives I've not seen her in 10 years... 9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 13
and old mule Brothers make jokes, folks said we couldn't make it They said ? so I guess we had to take it Chino XL 6-25, Kaoz 6-23 For Trace 9-11 will
Staying up here on the 13th Floor. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor
Yesterday I forgot to breathe for like the 6th time this week. maybe it was the pink cloud strafed sky that changed my mind and brought me back seems
benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other week This is the clique nigga 2-2-6 Black Connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6
1: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top
clothes. collections of songs in the middle of a road. on a record you threw away. sunsets on sundays and old home movies. grass stains on your jeans you wear twice a week
eight gold teeth You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly Killin 'em with the one that roll lightly Floppin in the M-6 deuce The A-T go and then he
that Get they jewelry, last week it was gone (nah fuck that!) Bring back them 4.0''s everybody ain't rich to go add on the 6 (nah fuck that!) Thats right
cos the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin Stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done ?They? study rhymes all week but I
never saw the streets Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat I keep it the truth whats all the fakin' for God dam every week I got to break a jaw
in back of your girl Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib Thinkin bout who raisin your kids Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib 6
that I'm still where you pump at B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that [BM] Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul First week, no video , went
Billy Ray Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on Watching MTV and you mosh on #1 on the side and don't touch the back #6
6 a.m., day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark the smell of cold car seat is freezing the world is sleeping I am numb up the stairs