I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close your eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you, it was World War II, When
s like . . . Don: I mean . . . Phyllis: It's your trip, man! You know? Like, it's alright with me, you know? I don't care. Don: And this children's belt
's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
and show the World you a star [you could] Reach to the stars, go ahead show the World that it's ours And then the World'll know that it's (inside of me
What you know juggalos wanna do We know you see is a gang of painted faces coming through You wondering you gonna hide You gonna try and see you that
same Who's to blame...I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then
laid off He say things done got slow My brother's been laid off He been locked down for more than two years now (Verse 1: Krayzie) My world is crumblin
They wanna know if I got birds huh Bitch I got 20's I got 22's I got 24's I got 23's I got-I even got 19's but don't tell nobody know what I'm sayin Man
t know how to treat ha, u don't know that I need ha. hey. Do u know that I need ya, cause baby right now it feels like the whole world is against me.
don't know how to treat her You don't know that I need her Hey... do you know that I need ya Cause baby right now I'm feelin like the whole world is against
B-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness And, you know, all that other madness
-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness And, you know, all that other madness
the truth, you got the whole world raising roof And to my G's before I pass, you never know Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T [Big Pokey
Verse 1: I See Your Vision In The Mirror Ambulances Dont Appear It's A Foggy Night Clear We Smoking Scagga In The Rear 20 Fuckin Years Not Even Knowing
I keep the crowd jumpin' Remix (ohhhhhhhhhhh!) It's the haters that hate the game, and talkin loud You aint sayin nothin! Remix (Uh!) Mr. Cheeks big dogg