Lyrics:
There's a man in town all the women know
He goes by the name of Nosey Joe
He don't care if they're married, he takes his pick
Long as they're women,
screams,
"Greg! You missed the stop sign!"
Forget Snoop Doggy Dog,
Forget old Ice Tea,
The true word out on the streets,
Is produced by the T.A.C.
What's
I got real niggas that love me,
fake niggas thats hatin', mad bitches that want me
Mad bitches that want me, snitch niggas is waitin'
Old G's sayin'
feel old by hotel pools
But in the future I'll be history
Though I'm happy going anywhere you choose
The sea, the sky, your dreaming eyes
And a heat
day
With this ring we go our way
For better or worse I take thee wed
By your hand I will be led
Through the years we'll live in bliss
Life will
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
Dead tired. Bone dry. Admired, till I
Can't make with the batteries, bad day at the cannery.
They're making a mess of me. Best left tested by
over come some
Day set your sights and chip away
Come break my chains come help me out living in
The sity ain't so bad
The sity ain't so bad
me down
Seize the pain of the clown
It's a day, I praise the night
Who said wrong ain't loves the right?
I am Jesus
It's the new, I am the old
Love was never good to him
All his days were spent in shadows
Standing near the carousel
Watching lovers spin around, together
No one could
wait
'Til I came back someday
But too many some days slipped on by
That's where you live now
Fifth street, second house
I can't blame you, girl, for
love sat down in a tavern hard near by
And he called for a drain of the good champagne and a plate of the old pork pie
And his arms he placed around
You took the news like a good zombie should,
The old man's blues fell on you with a shiver.
It was far too late to react in any other way,
You
Finesse
[Lord Finesse]
I'm a player for the 90's, I can show and prove it
When it comes to girls, I'm on some crazy old smooth shit
I step in a party, kick
lucky number for me
that was the age when I discovered how good balling could be
up every morning with the birdies doing little drills
go to my left go
way, to civilization
Everything's gonna work out
Yes, everything's gonna work out
He used to stand by his window, you
Know
The view was so good
lived for nearly eight
Years without a liver like
A puppy too, right up until the end of his
Days that’s a good heart you have there
I know someone who
The son of god once showed his face
Upon my tortilla
Since that day, my faith's renewed
He won't let me faulter
He guides me down a golden path
He
god ide
men han følte seg i slag så tvang han meg med
Eg såg han spant magasinet
Han satte løpet mellom tennene sine
Eg skal be for deg min
own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
"Baby, it's good to me."
One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror,
But he doesn't recognize his own face.
His health is fading and he doesn't
cooperate (nah),
Fuck it I don't care what you got to say,
I can put on a grind every day,
I see y'all niggas can't find a way through the maze,
Just let me
Cause I'm a ticking time bomb
When I'm writing these songs
Cause soon I'm gonna blow up
Then all them haters dead wrong
By the time you know what I'm
bring up my past but God changed it
I got a new destiny. He brought out the best in me
God is blessing me
I never sold my soul to the devil
And now it's
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