't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not
't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
t want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand
I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
the junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done Hand on my gun cause I don't give a
coming to the ball, I go there all the time. Behind every tree, There's something to see, The river is wider than a mile. I tried you twice, You can't be
and depraved, You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied. It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat, She
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it
guy you pretend to be man That's why when u take a shot It's not gon be hennessy man I drop plots on my enemie man, blam I can't let it slide and ride
Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone "Hum-do-a-lah", that means "What up, Shah?" It's the
yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead Serious, you could be dead
whip hit him hard cracker move fast What's on my mind is a rookie hanging from a string We made it through it, let's see if these hoes can hang What's
nod heads and small talk like polite strangers It's natural to fall off, just land close to the tree I'll be there if they need me to be and I know all
to John... I always thought that what happened to you was dead wrong It doesn't figure out, it doesn't figure in A good bottle and I still don't understand
think this could all be with a frenectomy and a few words of love. My shabop shalom baby Won?t you shabop shalom with me Under the old banana tree Whoa
ye-yeah Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it Uh-huh, kick it (Dirty South) uh-huh Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it C'mon, give it up (Dirty South) [fades
