it's Barnes and Noble I know a girl Colorado, half of mulatto Said I was hollow till I bought her a Murado Some call me Ma$e and some call me Dolla Some
like a poet, baby doll Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll Get in the music, you
It's a cold world bundle up Keep your heat on at all times And never freeze up And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank Have you leaking
of forts While we're hearin' that boom supplement the mix Gonna rush 'em like the Bears in the 46 Homeboys I don't know but they're part of the pack
flag Down at the state house Got a gun to my head from the hand of a man Down at the state house Well i reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket
play houssse part A, part B sung as part A repeats part B sung over part A with Nate Dogg singing "let's play house" [x2] [repeat this part x3 to fade
the twilight life of a queen Takin' pocket money givin' shady secrets back Soft-spoken sillhouette is part of the act Mother's undertaker wouldn't dig you a hole
e-mail from your female She's meetin me, suckin me off of three tails Don't discuss the details, "Hee hee I won't!" Leave a dollar on the nightstand and
the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your muthafuckin' neck until your head flops 'Cuz I'm runnin' with the bianja muthafuckas I'll make a voodoo doll
She got a pair of pink and purple high-heel shoes And a baby doll T-shirt that says, ?I got issues? She got holes in her jeans in all the right places
your high hopes or adios Kansas It isn't very smart Tends to make one part So brokenhearted Still there's not a show on my back Holes or a friendly
sky is blue and the trees are green But what you see isn't what it seems It's all part of a cruel scheme Look closer, you can see the flaws The holes
was born to cause a killa carny ruckus I came out the neden, started to chokin' muthafuckas I leave the screwdriver stickin' halfway out your dome The worst part part
that damn town prior?s about to fill this here bucket It?s that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch And part of you just wants
that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks. See, your name is ambiguity. My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part
the town And a gleam in an eye of red A crow and a baby Had an affair My dream was the baby The crow was your heir Parts of me love parts of you That