the old Simple words will make us understand Just because the soul of a man Never lives his life in vain Let's pray for the soul of a man Standin'in
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys and say, 'Nigga that's yours, cause you opened up doors Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga
fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar And rock it like thugs who work for mic club Hyped up and tear the mic up my man Move forward
I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me ont he regular, not a
a benz or jag See, if I never get dough like "Whoa" It's cool jus to know I never sold my soul My goal is to get souls, not to go gold And get answers
sunset Left foot right foot 1-2 mic check Brewin funk inside my soul kitchen So pull up a chair here's a bit have a listen of hardhead intervene, damn
hoe-playin and soul-slayin Powered from the staff of Lord like the hammer to Thor Clothed in only a robe, is a rougue A thief who steals for the chief
(By A.P. Carter) Takes a rocking chair to rock takes a rubber tire to roll Takes the man I love to satisfy my soul Because I'm jealous, jealous hearted
half as much soul as me I got soul in my ankles, soul in my hips Soul in my back and soul in my fingertips In my shoulders and in my wrist I even got soul
Girlfriend Mom And Dad Well I Search For A Chick Like Me Who Blows Dro Cuz She Can Appreciate How The Sticky Burns So Slow You Know A Young Chick With A Old Soul
those homie where he get them? pull up in a rov, slide out in a bm do a hour show, den slide out in a 3m [hook] [verse two] goodness gracious people
Whitley The liquor be Burning my chest Now can I get a beat? [Rock Shabazz:] I'm a rudeboy, ruffneck, a rebel A renegade, a mercenary servin anybody
Wit a simple pleasure Or is it necessary Just to document this measure of time Whether defined or not I'm gonna find the top Of my personal climbing rock
let it begin PEEP, CREEP and jump all except for my kin Those are the breaks man, we take wins Buy hook-up by crook man Smack you wit a chair if ever
You can't rock like the Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth (aw yeah) Together forever, like G. Rap says, "YOU LOSE!" So pull up a chair and relax and let the music
here's a taste In your face, the bass chillin like a masked villian Nobody better cause we one in a million One in a million (Funk for you baby) One in a
pocket Blast like a rocket Word up knock your eyes out the socket Here's my new topic I don't give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic Around
the room and there the father saw his son who looked like himself when he was a younger man rocking back and forth in a rocking chair a trembling infant