let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin
Hey, what's goin' on y'all? Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again. Did you miss me? Hope not. I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes
you've got to catch the repeats G, uhhh Back to the issue at hand understand I am a man who can burn you like a fryin pan, more dangerous than quicksand
brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine He said: Try scan no thing three-card dead fly man go for bling he got bled I jam over sting, see spots red I am
I am, Sofa King [BWD] Faster [ATF] I am Sofa King We Todd Ed [BWD] No no, not so fast, loses meaning [ATF] I am so {fucking} retarded [BWD] Hohohohohoho
look at this" I'd show it everywhere I go, Jacques Cousteau, Jacques Cousteau I wish I was a cartoon I wish I was Peter Pan Then I could fly away from
Si algun dia yo muero.. Asi que no sen recordao (Julio Voltio) (Come on) Mucho respeto a lo claro A que lo claro por respeto murio Al que se levanto pa bucarse el pan
out ya mammy's pot I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot Im tryna get back door I demand it now Yea panic now you better pan it down Fore the neighbors
[Hook] I'm so fly, fly (so fly) Tipping on chrome, staying thoed I'm just so fly, fly I'm just a playa, that waaaay [Dougie D] I'm so fly yeah I know
put a ring on alicia hand, This lost boy got fly without peter pan, And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man, In person I am everything and
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without peter pan And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man In person I am everything and more
shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Trey Songz - Chorus
pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross As small as I am, I still can
up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.
your face in the morning light. I hope you're always gonna be around. The times I struggle to understand why, The ancient proverbs like Who am I? Why am
move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
