Lyrics:
Picture in my pocket
I take a pill to stop it
I know these fast cars
Will do me no good
I'm going nowhere
Where I am it is a lot of fun
There in
know that Santa's on his way
He's bringing lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning
It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sound of feet
wrong.
Momma, don't you worry about it none though,
Everything's gonna be alright, momma,
They're teaching us a lot of new things in here, momma,
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
more
I want the lot of what you got
And I want nothing that you're not
Everywhere you go you shout it
You don't have to be shy about it
Some
York, New York, New York, New York, New York!
"We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!"
With a first hello!
Uh! Got alot of heart,
Now nod your head because you know that I'm right, all right!
Well, I used to stand for something
But forgot what that could be
There's a lot of me
And I don't give a damn for lost emotions
I've such a lot of love I've got to give
Let me live
Let me live
Sometime when I feel afraid, I think
There's a lot of hot spots, you'll see lots of big shots,
Down on Bour -bon Street.
had the Lincoln's and Aurora's we were hurting them all
And there was a lot of flirting involved
But dawg fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Keep a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
the real attention
Laflare Entertainment, I'm playin my position
Waitin on the bitches, holla at the bitches
Never worked for Church's but I served a lot
coke, supply the block with grams
And I ain't with waiting, I'm taking lots of grands
'Cause I ain't got patience, I'm not a doctor fam
My niggas get
hopeless
Lord please help me stand strong
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
A lot of soldiers in the pin ain't ever comin' home
Can you find it in your heart
view! A fresher face!
I need a shower, take a nap
I'll meet you in the bar, we must have a rap.
There's a lot on the line, a lot to say.
There's
used to play
A lot of sand lot balls?
I carried the pig skin
When it turn and fall
But now I can't
Can't even run it off
Time marches on
I used
been shot
Ain't never got got, up in the parking lot
Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental
South Central here comes the presidential
Pull up
Monday when my show is done
I'll teach you how to shoot a gun
You may find it lots of fun
With a bad, bad man
Tuesday there's no matinee
But I'll be
what I want, yeah
That's what I want
Well now give me money
A lot of money
Wow, yeah, I wanna be free
Oh I want money
That's what I want
That's
picnic
There'll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Red yellow honey
Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
Stoned
a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're
harder and harder to please
Give 'em lots of sex, perversion and rape
Give 'em lots of violence, and plenty to hate
Give the people what they want
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