snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmasses be white May
In the dark (we are no rebels) You know white boys (can't control it) You know white boys (never hold it) You know white boys (hard to swallow) You know white boys
blue star shine your light down on everyone cause i don't care their soothing me yes tear lung blue star shine your light down pierce for my
There's white slums down on Medford street A fire hydrant on to beat the heat A pit bull dog 'aint got no leash <a href="http://www.testimania.com
full of white boys) All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) [siren] (Car full of white boys
Nothin But Nothin But Nothin, Nothin But Nothin But Nothin Nothin But Nothin But Nothin, Nothin But Nothin But Nothin Ntohin But Nothin But Nothin Nothin
I was told I would never excel Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail Destined to fail But I done came to far to turn back Just poor white trash
utility, them boys from Tennessee Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango Ain't no players like down south players Them boys
[Verse 1] What you saw in me Could have had a man with a law degree A house on the hill is where you oughta be Spendin money like you just hit the lottery
[Intro:] Telephone rings... This is Haystak... wat up dude... what'chall gonna do... naw just stay with them broads man... Y'all in the jacuzzi huh...
Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love Those who didn't (Ha Ha) [Verse 1] I reckon I'm country like
Everybody wants to ride.... Everybody gonna die.... [Verse 1] ??? slow rhymes to the top in no time Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on
[Verse 1] Can I get some of that CD money That platinum Master P money That Puff Daddy, Jay-Z money That Eightball, MJG money That Pimp C, Bun B money
Hey homie where you come from Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom Tha bottom by haystak mak million The trials and trigilations of the
I wish you could see me crying like a baby Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right
white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white
white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys
me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys
