Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
any
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's
I said, "Obie, did you think I was
Worse, the boycott of
My records, my films
Maybe a picket line at my opening at
The Sands why? Because I've dared
To say that love and decency are
Not
of girl)
You're just my kind of girl
Come on baby, let me rock your world
Yes you are (my kind of girl)
All my life, all of my love
I give to you, baby girl
of fire. Well ya take hear.
Are you ready fi praise God? Hallelujah!
Chorus:
What kind of church is this?
This is a Holy Ghost church
What kind of church
Jesus by the bed,
Wall mounted TV screen,
My church plugged into the gravy train,
And Reagan keeps me clean!
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would
arms
Not the five million dead Iraqi citizens
Who's right who's wrong we drop the atom bomb
Nuclear destruction federal money consumption
As long as my
pay rent
My money well spend, I do help with bills
Not in to drugs, but I do take pills
I love hotter weather because I get chills
If you need financial
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my kind deceased
And It’s crazy we
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
I hit my last note
My mind remains to find all kind of ideas
Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme
I hit my last note
My mind remains to find all kind of ideas
Self esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme
two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go
free but the church cost money
And he gon make you run it every sunday
I used to be the xmas king boy i wanted everything
I measured your love by what
much
I ain't got his kind of money
But he ain't got my kind of love
He can buy you all he wants to
But girl I ain't sold
So keep my number handy
'Cause
a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's
legs laid next to a stroller
Guts on a love seat right next to the sofa
His face dead smack on the oh my god
They gon think a promoter
Let them weapons
blamed me for his love, and I did seek
To seduce him, but he refused
And now if he refuses to obey my order, he shall certainly be cast into prison,
kind of love!
They took me down by the waterfall,
they showed me their island ways.
They gave me beautiful flowers,
and pretty good island lays.
I
off the block he getting to it
Eric Wright i've been feeling kind of ruthless
Double back split his can trying to show him how we do it
How you do it
My
Sista, Sista
Sista, Sista
You been on my mind
And I want you to know that you are one of kind
Sista, Sista
You been on my mind
And I want you
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