Lyrics:
things to get done
He said boy you must, 'cause I ain't got a son
There's a little secret no one should know
Deep into the forest we both gotta go
I
Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have why'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O
little two cent man
My little advice
His what I think man
Can he make sure that this government
Operates twenty four seven
You know
Just to speed up
Spring is on the way
Radio Voice: it's ya boy JR Anthony with AFM Radio. It's about 102 degrees out here on this spring day but I've got something
I've been a child, I won't grow up
I've been naive, I want too much
Underachieved, oh-oh, I know
And "Sorry" will not change
The times I lied,
Wake up every morning, by the break of dawn
Hear that rooster crowing, I feel so all alone
Honey snuggle outside my window, do sparkling oh divine
(I'm sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm
Like them country boys ain't at the range firing arms)
And my little sister think she grown
[Bizarre]
Put y'all guns down, y'all niggas is under arrest
What would a nigga named Les that's a child molest
Who want to confess about the black
on wax and sell it to that white child
Even soft motherfuckers wanna fight now
While your little sister in the club strippin'
All a nigga wanna do is
a little noise
I got a bullet for every child molester that ever touched a little boy
You sick bastards!
Your punishment's coming fast and the system is
I remember when you were a little boy
You would rise up early on a Sunday morning and go for a swim
I do not know how to swim
The boys would
Nigga, gudda-gudda, baow
About my name please don't chit chat, give me my dick back
Look you a child, you a little boy makin' no noise
You better calm
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
In
Mine All Night Long
A Father Will Always Give You The Best
A Father Is Present When His Little Boy
Wants To Be Helped
In His Eyes
A Father Could
Regardless of whatever you do
And that is that you understand
That I'll never turn my back on you
How are your wife and child?
I'm sure your little girl has
From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill
And kinda buck wild
Pop pop! Just like the part that's
In my walk with
Day after day growing further away
From every dream he’s ever played
This little boy innocent child
Who lived his life inside the wild
When it’s cold
friend from high-school
She went to a rave then she scored some E
Then she got real brave
Then she got knocked up from by
A white boy with long hair
Ask
Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo
Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile
My little homie talked shit back and they beat
A love child from the sixties life was very hard
Lost and found his esoteric credit card
He pushed out the animals one by one
Cos Frankie aint his
(too much) Mmmkay?
Look, him and his boys got duct taped
For hangin' out at Suge's place
See all my niggas, they took chase
When they heard little
shoulders
And said, boys, here's what I'm thinkin'
Put a devil on the left, an angel on the right
I'm already livin' in the middle of the fight
And round
The Tucker boys were friends of mine
They echoed through the lonely pines
Running down the road
And the day the Caldwells died
Before the rugged cross we
Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I hadda protect
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