You're disappearing again three days at time. The cure won't understand abstinence and overall desistance. Suffices never as long. Keep away the old
and now I'm all for it This the, life for me and the law can't spoil it (riiight) So you can call it what the fuck you want But I'ma ballin alcholic
me Females are freakin me, no time for em At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers Now
me, ' Ali, what you so angry for man? Why you always so upset? ' I tell 'em ' Shit, theres a thin line between anger and hunger my man And I ride a unicycle
how they be gellin Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain't makin
defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo You won't forget me, why, because
to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low
la gran puta se creen, estos charlatanes Now what the fuck y'all think? Y'all motherfuckers can't sing for shit [Mexicano 777] I put a hole two holes three
kids "Daddy ain't shit" Cut ya finger off and mail it back like Mark did to Rich I body a snitch, Bumpy Johnson of this crack shit Feds couldn't tap this
G Little somethin' for the ladies Let me sing it to 'em one time nephew Yeah, check this out [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] When I put this thang on you There ain't nothin' you can
end without a bungee (Wooo!) 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky (true!) Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a
for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad
late Just can't rest waiting for the phone to ring Will you call, ring my phone Girl, I hope you did not forget me I can't sleep and I can't eat And
the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A
for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you
other have tellin' me, keep a good intention Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit Young thug ready