C'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre
'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre
But based on the fact you know me You... interceeded on my behalf You... gimme everything that I have You... never leave me alone my sins I been told Cause you can
take you? Ain't you - grateful to be alive? Oh, you wanna die cause life hates you? Don't let it take you, or make you, or break you [Chorus: Val Young
tell me how this is going to end Because I can't see anything further than today I thought I'd be dead by now So let me sing you a song, so we can both
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
kicked the lyric, straight from the spirit You can tell I got soul first time that you hear it Welcome to the show all come inside So you can hear brought
it Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',
Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
Grateful Dead, a??Gloria (live)a?? Dick's Pick's Volume 21: Richmond, Virginia, 11/1/85 [Live] (Disc 3) [2001] Wanna tell you about my baby, you know
kills you Nobody cares That's why you gotta cut it out Nobody cares Capeesh Worry about yourself, your family, and people that are important to you Let me tell you
you can suck my nuts I said, all you punks talkin shit sucks nuts 'Cause my weeds bomb, and your weed sucks I said, all you punks talkin shit sucks nut You
even when it's hard I'm glad to survive You waiting to die to see heaven, when you can have it alive You breathing but you ain't living, if you ain't
name is Ms Dynamite, Yeah But you tell me... Chorus: You don't have to cry You don't have to cry no more As long as you keep holding on You can damn
we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead (we miss you) And where I'm from it's either Guns or Roses And fuck with me, you need a bunch of roses And lord knows
a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead x6 I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead... I could never get
