We're running out of time, still we pretend And I've got no time left to spend And then you call and we do it all again, again Again, again, again, again
stay? There I go again It may be that I find my way Not to seeing her again Tomorrow is a brighter day Why should I pretend? Lord, I won't see her again
Too $hort] Tore that ass bitch when I came to town '79 dropped Caddy slamming James Brown Hoes sprung cause I bought a new car again Take the James Brown
Around 8 o'clock, they began playin' the grooves That me and you like to bounce to We rollin' man, on skates for sure A gang of homies in the corner
that was brought Stars could eat The nerve of haters Diss us perging gators So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas The primitive fool again
an old pine tree they'd mess their pants and their boots would fill with pee they don't know the james gang or doc holiday if they met sitting bull they
about to get it started so we get the champagne Then I saw James Brown, he said "You better get out! " Jump back and kiss his 'self?, I said "Damn, James
stagecoaches The next time motherfuckin Kid Frost approaches Cuz "Ima take you out" is my motto I'm eating out the worm in the tequila bottle I got my boots on the table Once again
When you were sixteen And you walked on the sands of glory With James and the gang You were one magnificent story You and James and the gang Pass the
it's real son [Hook: Priest] I only fucks - with - what's - real [Killah Priest:] Led he who have sin, sin no more Tired of kicking the door, shootouts, blood and gang
Single mother low income riding the bus Big momma making a fuss saying in God she trusts. My uncles 20, I'm 10 taking gulps of gin. He don't realize that we all are engulfed in sin. Gang
hope to see you again So long, so long so long I hope to see you again So long, so long so long I hope to see you again I hope to see my homies one day
horse I like to chill so I, drive up in my new Seville My Tribe went down in the hall of fame Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James Pound for pound
Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom One for the money, two for the count Riding in a vehicle I can't even pronouce S.O.D. Money Gang, money
Blessing again to all mi DJ friend Have a mek dem know you understand Hard work and dedication (chorus) You think a so it go no when a DJ work hard
t gonna have none - Ha - you can say that again) [Chuck D] (Base) (Ah yeah) Once upon a time in the ghetto Lived a nigga, kinda rough, kinda mellow From the gang
game, Buck no fallin back again These niggaz better respect our game, or the tec I aim Don't be scared, be aware of the rap Bron James Even when I couldn