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through the trees
And spreads over our secret picnic spot
We'll dig in
Dig with our hands, tearing the roots
Digging, scraping, digging
The moon comes up
If I drove a truck
And I were waitress
And I ordered coffee
And I poured you some
Then you'd stop by
On your way sometime later
And if we
"Mister Cee Got a Master Plan"
"This is a house that, y'all!"
Get up! Huh! Get up! Cause it's party time!
Clap your hands!
[Slick Rick]
Here
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
him up
To get a better view
He slipped out of my hands on the way down
I guess how can one so small cause
All this trouble by himself?
You'd suspect
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up
It's hard to look back through tired eyes
Yes I go on day by day
With these old and dirty hand
But I still got that piece of me that makes me who I am
Oh
All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp.
I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart,
Drowning in irony and settling for anything.
Somewhere down
hit thirty
OK, OK, I've said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve
When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up
bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary
Posted on the corner like a trapper (uh)
Why he move his hands all around like a rapper (uh)
Why he move his pants up and down like the scrapper
briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared
hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took
Made by Fellini
Love that you need me
Over there you shine like a star
Doesn't even matter who you are
Hold my hand and we'll travel far
Close
"these are my last words, their treasonous hands
Have us all under siege, now do you understand? "
Gossens ministers - all at hand
Will take up final
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
You can't trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we
and S-P in and out, haul for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try
practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Toying
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
We'll get down and boogie and we're gonna paint the town
So honey take my hand, can I please have this dance? I'm all in
I'm gonna live it up, right now
Everybody turned up, me I'm just burned up
Sour lit, piff lit
Flying through the district
My swag's in the weed bag
Live up in the hotel
Hangout
to hit the ground again?
All by myself (waking up at twelve in my clothes again)
'Cause I don't wanna drag you down
Hold you down
'Cause you're
on mine
Outlawz my spine, it ain't hard to find
But get ya and lay low
And get ya piece by the dough
I keep my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
I keep
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