a great big smile, written on my face How can it be I am burstin' at the seams, I can't keep it in I can dance, I can breathe, I can live what I believe
pretty diamond rings No fur coat no man's dough I don't need none of those things I don't want a great big mansion and care yacht on wide sea A little
Rock on, to the break of dawn Freak on to the early morn Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo You
a big sting on my little ding-a-ling Oh man I screamed and I cried Mom said you?ll live, but the bee died I?m sure that he would rather be alive But he lived
Words and Music Chris Foster copyright 2003 Chris Foster Music Publishing What was known as a modern day marvel A great railroad that crossed over sea
know it. Is not the right time to live so free, the sea and the sky are dark? You, you must believe: our freedom is so big, and is so great? The night
no different than the average girl My dreams wrap around the world And I'll be living somewhere in France When my dreams come ttue There'll be a big
kind of heavy, he's gonna be hard to market (what else?) Plus he's Latin, it's that or he's gonna target So I'm big, so is Big, so is Big Pun And you
s, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live All the war that you bring to men War - is comin' home - takes families War - I'm not a great big
yeah I got it A victim of a media machine, violence and lust Top to bottom and greedy in between I?m a menace with big dreams And no morals to stop me
apples at dead whores [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Throwin' mad axes, heavy sawed-off shotty Old liquid foot, powder foot, chopped up the body Great Warcloud