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on that row boat
No Coming To cmerica they gone see my soul glow
Look at me I could have been a crook by the book
No purse grab but look at all the chances

Poor Pavel even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling
For a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up

Our Lies

Rasputina

Cabin Fever

2002

think of the lie filled love-life that I've led.... 

I row boats all day with Karl, Vlad, and E. Leon. 
My tongue made of ivory, my teeth are all

shit, learn your lesson

Heart went cold couldn't care about two fucks
Engine loud hear it scream across two blocks
Said I wouldn't bear the weight cause

Johnny mister Cochran
Every time I write for the Doctor it's a doctrine
Dippin' on the north side borderline of Compton
Look at how my horse ride go

your future and make it real safe
You could be a doctor, accountant or something sane
But yo
Whatever happened to the sky was the limit?
I fell in

the sun
Oh when we were young

When we were young
We met at the cinema
And I held your hand
As we walked to the back row
And kissed through the trailers

and Irish pulling up on boats like they're pirates
Lions and tigers, I came up with riders
Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom

The Broad Majestic Shannon

T. Duggins

Undone

2006

babe

So I walked as day was dawning
As small birds sang when leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
On the broad majestic

Sometime Faces

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

[Buddha Monk]
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that

ball so hard
So hard like Nqobi
To and fro
Many places to go, baby
Row your boat
You got places to go, baby
Do you know
How I feel in my soul, lil' baby

all on me, do it three times in a row
I love that you a freak, yeah I love you on patron
Baby keep it hot but in my city it be cold
I get up behind you,

daily, and pay me
Making hay and hey, can you blame me?
You can throw roses and posies from row Z
Knickers, snickers and liquors
Flick ‘em overhead
Any

the front row
Act I

Our plucky hero's home town:
Middle Americana, not a problem to be found
A single dad of one son with
A dog just trying his best to make

All a ya late partyin' No excuse for all a ya'll messy being
Gotta let them ho's go come row de boat so
All ya'll people ina de place we roam out strike

I'm JOHN GAMBINO
Not the one now he fold
Before he got rico'd
And he street code never been told

In and out spot the entrance and exits
Tell a lot by