Lyrics:
some way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Hawkins: This issue is too hot not to cool down
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such
Schadenfreude!
GARY COLEMAN
The world needs people like you and me
who've been knocked around by fate.
'Cause when people see us,
they don't want to be us,
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
But Hawkins was his name
He sure could swing and play pretty too
Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
I love to hear him playing Body
another screw up
(And if the Tet Offensive)
But if I blow up
it'll be cause they blew up
Chorus
My mother loves me more than Hercules
My parents work
we'll settle ya down
Nigga was slangnin' bitches down, 20 kilos a pound
Da blow, da pills
Da yak, da herb
Da blow, da blow
Da blow, da blow, da blow
Da
like slayer shit
(Huh yeah)
She trinna break down my house
And the shift
Yeah it feel like it's angry birds
She say she love me
Lil baby I do not get it,
rock up.)
Blow that kush like a candle.
I got brick fare on me right now and I'll blow it.
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I'll blow it.
Take
by the cheerleaders eating
The quarter back asked me if I'd like a beating
I said that's one thing I won't be needing
Since I'm rather smart
told me, "Don't be like me
Just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see
Is Wile E coyotes in the room
And I run it (Blow! Blow
the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes
Feelin Sunday fine
I’m feeling
Sunday fine
Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy
Them back
by The Bell
Everyone is coming to your house
(Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young
Buddy bolden and Charlie too
Calloway and Armstrong
Al Cohn and Sam
giving my brother my last, he be acting like i don't give nothin'
Like bro who was there for you?
Hol time when you was down it was me
Ain't nobody really
money talking
To honeys hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
He wanna, run with me, I know this
money talking
To honeys hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
He wanna, run with me, I know this
of white
Give me three G of white
A eight ball for the night
When you want to get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow
Or 'purp down in Texas, them
claim he gon shoot me, he claim he gon send the bullets through me
Acting real goofy, acting like an ex bitch
Man you better simmer down you little
the evening
I'm hawkin' down the next goal, the name's ain't Steven
I started in a nightmare so pinch me, I'm dreamin'
I'm killin' off my demons 'cause my
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