Testi:
Cheese People

I opened my eyes Now I can see mice They're running in my bed But I am not sad I'm lying in my cloud And looking around The sun is shining bright in sky

I don’t wont to be a doll in your collection I don’t wont to be a reason of your erection I don’t wont to be your little pretty superstar Now i want to

I've got a little yellow car She makes me going to the stars But maybe later maybe soon She'll bring me to the brightness moon Moon people will be

blood of Jesus around my family. The less-fortunate, the underprivileged Urban life, inner-city, single parent living Every Thanksgiving, you'd make our favorite dish: chips Macaroni and cheese

all time regulatin is a must Adjust, your hustler state of mind for you blow up Succes, wins along this hatred and envy The games people play when your

time hustlin' runnin' from cops. Broke as a joke, no wins at all Can't play ball and my Timb's are small. Can't buy trees wit' government cheese I rather

mind, People say it's no exaggeration, Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Or was it something from a gray spot in your head? I want a cheese

us Run-DMC Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay Mixed with my big brother Dr. Dre Now I got shouts to say We still want Eazy like bedstyle people, we want

'm the pimp without the limp, save your simp When you're with me you'll eat lobster and shrimp I'll let you drive the Rovy while I puff a stogie People