Lyrics:
I'm an alien from inner space
They can't read my mind all in my face
No one knows I'd rather spend my days
alone on my pillow
I don't care
Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, which be European
If you're a +te-en+ (ten)
The drinks were two for one
Inside the crowded bars
The girls would make their run
Out on the boulevard
It was the idol place
We lived the ways
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I
no no
The suffering
I don't care where they came from
And I don't care what they must say
Woman you've been loving in my corner all all the way
on
[Ludacris]
Look here!
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part
killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your
sorry
Though I fall for the urge
Of a nice bloody purge
And living my way I was carrying on
Though I clean up my schmutz
Would I hear nazi putz
It is all
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except
too soon
And I’m like
Why you ?
Why you ?
You were gone way too soon
And this goes out to all the fallen kings
The ones who are no
the soul saver
One who experience pain death resurrect as the price payer
We need you now cause you're the way out
Left death and then stayed out
Look over
(AC/DC cover)
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
drenched in rain by the time I'm over there
I'll have raindrops pouring on me, shouldn't care
But I should have known
Before hitting road
The sky is so
ready to fall.
Together we can take 'em all, just call.
Call me on the way home.
Call me on the way home.
Call me on the way home.
Let me know you're
to bottom create your own obsession
Master Deeder- that is my name
And I'm kicking all the way
all the way for the fame
We four brothers- one of a kind
Today in South Central violence is an all-time high
Due to the terrorist group ATL
You might label them as being a menace to society
Now it's
All this time
All this changing of mind
Foolish pride and bitter denial
Way of the world, of me, and my kind
Far from grace and weak by design
replaced by shopping malls
And muzak filled the air
From Seneca to Cuyahoga falls
Said, A, O, oh way to go Ohio
way to go Ohio
I went back to Ohio
But my pretty countryside
Had been paved down the middle
By a government that had no pride
The farms
there may be some moves, that you haven't even seen yet
Boy:
No way, Jose!
Girl:
Well, I got a new step for you-
Made it up all by myself.
I
the stages for something outrageous
A man who can save all our souls
And you know and you know
I’m going Your way
Even though I cannot see in front of me
By everyone before
Is there room for one more?
It's in every step I take
In every smile I make
It's in all I do
Pretend you forget
Take
time I'm rhymin' I be (I be)
I be all day rollin' in my whip (uh)
Got my sippin' cup out on the low (uh-huh, ayy)
I keep two pretty women by my side
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