to be true Be my man, be my man ohh could Tom and Jerry be my man I want to give that Michael Moore a dollar, man ohh could Tom and Jerry be my man ouhhh
God? (Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?) What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television? (Television hurts my
My girl got two big lips Taste like potato chips My girl got two big boobs Just like two intertubes My girl got two big hips Just like two battleships My
kids right) My girl got two big lips Taste like potato chips My girl got two big boobs Just like two intertubes My girl got two big hips Just like two battleships My
your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When my time is up, be my ....(?) Like Adam's work on God's green earth My reaper, my reaper baby, ....(?) is my
play John Wilkes Booth Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was switched My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed My family seen my
my dream, said it's my dream Ohhhh... [Verse 2: Crooked I] Late nights on the corner, Crooked had them a dream To drive a Maroon 5, call it Adam Levine
my 80's, The Cartier consigieres be near me, Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly, Liz Taylor tried to joke me Coz I keep it green like the other side
my kush, my kush rolled tight. Smoke that purp, burn that orange, but just don't fuck wit white. Sippin lean, system mean, Mary J on my team. Smoke that
bunny Now, brown Bently, we Brooklyn bound Bet when I come through your town I be burburried down Thats my word, y'all bitches got nerve Like my shows
the time You better wake up, yo! [Poetic] Yo, yo, aiyo My country tis of thee, bloodshed and misery Ain't nobody givin me, liberty, New York City Be
Klux decoder ring Who sing Kumbaya to the tune of a man dying [Jah-Born (of Medina Green)] Y'all seen the front page? another black man slayed By the
my hand Wanna garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscan Try an, smile in my face while you shakin my hand Regardin business and shit, but wanna shit on my man
do it wit em Gotta clock g's, 'cause the g's worth a thousand When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing All I wanna be gonna be big shotties Brothers