Lyrics:
of me
Except I'm the new design, what are you designed to believe
Just tell me you're gonna stay, build a stage and perform
Take me by the hand when I
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
The path was paved by the breakdance linoleum
The days when a phrase could raise pandemonium
Way before the reigns of Wu Tang Clans and Hov and them
deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem
We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em
R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We
Being Pulled down by doubts,
I’m leaving the pool
Man, this game got more snakes than Nokia in School
But hold on, on, on, on, on
But hold on, on, on, on,
rhymes that piss off
Dick cops or Kid rock, time flies, just dissolves
Flick of a wristwatch, how long till my ticker stops
Will you miss me when I
But on the low though, I don't keep what they feed me
Believe me, I throw it up like a bulimic
Don't tell no one though they put me in a clinic
For
to find my mind
I don't want to talk to some screamo kid about how much he digs Sublime
I'm dying in a club that's pumping ACME through its P.A.
Forever
I just did some shit you niggas wont even believe
Flooded I watch wit vv diamonds bitch please
Mike love baby im pretty sure you aint heard of me
Im
shiver, aha
Na you be the one just believe that
La diva my diva
Ooh you turn bad man to sing now
With your sexy body Carolina
For your love, I go fight like
conform to the way that you find
You tell me, you'll sell me p.c. propaghanda, change my beliefs with a t-shirt just for size
I don't need a teenage
Chorus 1:
Men fear men.
Men come to fight.
Men blind men.
Men cover the light.
Men have faith in force,
believe in arms.
Men have faith in force,
know, bad girls I gotta chase 'em all
On était jeunes, fly et ignorants
Mais on a stick around malgré nos différences
Candlewood Suites, wake up in
me heavyweight champion undisputed
Nigger thought we done I tell him we just started
Roll me spliff pon this
Mo se mey3 Bad Boy me ano de biss
Ndwom
RIGHT HAND OF GOD
Written by G. Madden/J.P. Proulx
Like A slap
You shake yourself
From a sleep so sober
Soft caress
Face the other cheek
When you
by organising, putting small pieces together
Soon the bits will fit in place the start of our new picture
Push forward for what you believe in
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