Lyrics:
a doubt it could ever be this evergreen
Mother nature will educate ya
And no man on this earth could regulate ya
I see ya Ms. Parker
Chris Tucker
Baby,
Don't just say alright, like, listen to what I'm saying
Don't call me that, because if we're in the wrong place somebody might
Marcus, Marcus! Alright,
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
an eye guy
Therefore you're feeling not that fly
Now well dressed but kind of depressed
So you hit the street to in your life get zest
You start walking,
on fire!
City on fire!
Will we be married on Sunday?
That's what you promised
Married on Sunday!
That was last August
Kiss me!
City on fire!
Rats
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
stopping
Me! (GUNS.) It's a blast! I love it! (What a blast!)
It's a blast!
It'
S a blast!
It's a blast!
("Whew, THAT was a blast...")
"Well, we
Blessed! (Blessed) We blessed! (Bless up)
What’s the update?
Man they say I’m up next
Man yeah that’s correct I’m
Walk in the bank, they know me by name
dressed in all black like a dark specter
If we bang in the park then I'm gone protect ya
Burn bridges dig ditches
That's all that i know
For anyone crossin'
in others’ thrown outs
And besides that Max’s old and run by a Punjabi snot
They ain’t gonna miss him
My bullet will look good in his Buddha temple
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
man
Not a yes man with a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the puma Minnie the Moocher got every type of
Flavor that will
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
I guess that why I don't trust
please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
I guess that why I don't trust
?)
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
Frontliner like a barber, I'm ready for fades
The only power that I call on, don't wear out his name
Or use it in vain, be like Judas or cain
Want your rights,
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
know what I'm sayin',
There tryin' to say, that I'm gonna feed my fans electric kool aid
They got me fucked up
In this house there is no room for
know what it feels like to be a spider?
So hyped up on killer instinct alive then
In my dreams
Just trying to be loved
That knowing such pain
Well it's
impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I'm a sensitive man of the 90's, sweetheart, who cares for your
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