Lyrics:
nobody's business but my own
I come over, say "Here I am!"
Then I hear the back door slam
Well, that ain't nobody's business but my own
Nobody's
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yeah)
Again and again and again and again and again
Oh, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, Darlin'
I'd
Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cuz I will jab
nerobíš trendy
Tebe by nešla karta ani kebyže robíš trendy
Prosím ťa pozri sa na mňa
Ja som nikdy nerobil trendy
Aj tak mám shows, aj tak mám to
Čo nemaju
kind of way
So time was a factor
Only made worse by a broken down tractor
Turn round, and slam on the brake
Or we will drive right down the
Road to find
off your praying knees
The door is about to slam shut
Armageddon, drawing near
As darkness engulfs
Your soul
All the prayers in this world
(words t.bryn/music t.bryn, brad nack)
(temptation rap by m. brooke)
The beat of love is a nasty one.
It's a flame from the devils fire.
'cause
or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's
by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find
we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in
So hit the lights I'll do it again
And keep your cars and your dogs
And your famous friends, well alright
bye greater than nature while I
Shin slam the film-flam and then jam
You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far
No matter where you go, there
Because Elvis gave 'em cars
You think I'm cheap
And you're hard done by
Look you live here like a star
Rent free suite
Big blue pool that you
the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow)
Disease (we set to load) cocks and squeeze
(Boo-yah!) We too hard to hold off
(One arm slam ya like Nikolai
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
I just dropped by the studio, see what my son does
My main man, my son, Common Sense
They used to call me No Sense
Now they say I got plenty
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
it how they faded
All the great except the latest
Style created by the greatest
Rappin, rhymin, rhythmic climbin
Funky timin, rhyme designin
Lyric
looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music
When the Tek blow slugs it's ghetto thugs
Welfare and poor education and gang love
Sitting in
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
Car door slams, it's been a long day at work
I'm out on the freeway and I'm wondering if it's all worth
The price that I pay, sometimes it doesn't
Car door slams, it's been a long day at work
I'm out on the freeway and I'm wondering if it's all worth
The price that I pay, sometimes it doesn't
riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am
In a screaming
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