Please give me a sign Tell me I?m fine And that you won?t leave Cause I?m all alone I?m holding these stones I just wish my hands would let go I?ve lost
Hey, you little bastards Do you wanna bang heads with me? Cause it's Friday night or it's Tuesday night And we're in each other's company So I'll think
the back We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other Fuckin right We click tight Nothin
Gogh is amazin Canibus is not some average rap patron, have patience I went through changes, not being with the majors and all 'Til my man Louie Lombard gave me a call and talked about some other
done peep the snece Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline So I already just do my solo thang (me too) Other day it was a fighting population
dude I but my pants on one leg at the time But they have chains, leather and diamond lines I start my weekend up on Monday I rip a show in town on Tuesday
get by just one more day Well when you get low down you got nothin' to lose All you can do is start singin' the blues When you're down, in a one horse town I drank on Tuesday
party - let's have a celebration Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursdays I work but Friday's my day off It's Friday night... I just got paid Monday, Tuesday
Baby when we first met It was kind of fly that I couldn't predict your mood Said I could never guess (so) and it was the best (so) Not like any other
Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines off each other
find myself tiny fighters start a battle with your little hearts don't leave a fire with only distance left to put it out and a promise that it can't burn tuesday
man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching every other lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me 8th girl this week and its only Tuesday
Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy, Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes,
And chemically on yourself when your damaged self image Adheres to MacGowan's philosophy and other men's truths Learning to let go of ideals and other people should be a virtue Instead of torturing other
I put my pants on one leg at the time But they have chains, leather, and diamond lines I start my weekend up on Monday I rip a show in town on Tuesday
Fashion Avenue At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew Now we gotta forum a crew, of motherfuckers Who ain't goin' out like suckers Told me call Karl Kani and all my other
, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines Off each other