Lyrics:
carny killin
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
Then I stuffed his dead body
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage two yeah the one ya' wanna listen
Colene
And her peaches and cream
It'll give us a shot in the arm
Down at our Uncle John's farm
Rock on the porch swing
By the light of the moon
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
the freedom on the lauds
When the feds stop playing
Drink on the man
Like them ghetto boys
Things on bite with no tags
That's little boy
For all
Haven't had a break since Halo 3
Give it up for John-117
Because a Halo's empty without me
Master Sword strapped on his back
And he's well-practiced in
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
niggas
I can only view little niggas like little niggas
But in lieu of little niggas trying to play that boy
I pkew pkew little niggas with the latest
niggas
I can only view little niggas like little niggas
But in lieu of little niggas trying to play that boy
I pkew pkew little niggas with the latest
ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
Transforming from O-Dog to mo' gods
MK Asante
ho
that the ball was kicked by michael mols into the celtic goal
oh the pope he came to glasgow and kneeled down to kiss the ground
a little boy ran
BEAUTIFUL GHETTO
By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA
VERSE ONE: TUCK 88
Look, I was eleven when
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
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On the south side of Chicago on
A freezin' winter night
In a crowded little bar room
The men were rollin' dice
I's winnin' by the hundreds
Just
, little boy on speed
Listen up, tso na kle, another one fi the street
Mm, oh, no, yeah
Dem nuh fi see me, menye devi dza dra
Dem nuh fi see me, mana
to the dome
Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
We use to sing that song in class when we were little
That song was lit, yep
A day in the life of Soldiers who
(I said) We are sparkin up at the dabathon (We sparkin up)
(And I said) Shoutout to my boy John (my boy John)
He is not Johnny Boges, but he's still
[Pharrell Williams]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
to be aware Janet Sinclair
Part Two - Toast by Billy Boyo & Little John
If you have a problem in your lovers affair
(Rabbit)
If you have a problem in
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
You did him dirty, left him seething
Two wrongs don’t make it right, it make it even
I caught you fatiguing. Like John Legend or like you anemic
Now
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