Lyrics:
that
God's gonna get 'cha for that
Every wrong thing that you do
God's gonna get 'cha for that
This doggone world we're living in
It's giving me a fit
and bless this whole world, through.”
‘Cause The Devil’s quick he gets his way, wrings his greedy hands, while he takes your choice away.
Gonna love
take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
[Intro]
Bone and Twista
Layzie Bone and Twista back up in this motherfucker
World wide nigga
For tha year 2000
And all you niggaz better recognize
wave
I feel their cold stare
Chilling in the air
When I'm filling up alone
This world is
A gas station
A gas station
A gas station
Cash is gas
The tank
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
Big Ol Bag I'm chasin' paper
Did it by myself ain't need no favors
(Ooh that's a Harbody Beat)
All you niggas doubt me and i say it proudly, and no
you
You got memories, but take it from me cause
She ain't nothin' like (ol' girl you used to know)
Shawty's doin' right by you
Maybe you should
this time.
All knew the world, and all would claim, “He’s mine.”
Poetry, pop music, what’s goin’ on? -
Sunday Family Drive! Drive! Drive! Drive!
the type to line 'em
Ain't nobody business, why they always spyin'
Type of shit just find nothin' get the lyin'
Turn the world against you, even your mens
Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V
Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single
And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
Okay, this is the picture
Johnny's been hurt, he's hurt bad
Look, we can't leave him here, we can't
Look, he's in a pool of blood, he's gonna
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me
"Yo, the world is yours
sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' outta control
This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
So take me to this
Yo
This song is
Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers
Oh, girl
I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world
Where you girl? Oh
Oh, girl (she don't love me like she say she
Who would of knew
Me in the booth
Would be this fucking good
Ha ha ha
Already new to the game
This nigga going insane
This small ass world is my domain
market when Black Monday was finished
I'm listening, I'm tapped in, you must be kidding
This the shit that you've been hyping up?, you should consider
open, steppin out into the world
So fiendish, Ol' English 'til I url, growing pains
A young kid, learnin early how to know the game
USA Roller Skate
I Miss Hank, I Miss Lefty cnd I Miss You
Lyrics by Bill Knoblett
Musical crrangement by Mel Knoblett
Ol' Hank left the world in fifty three
He left
HEAVY THINGS
HEAVY THINGS ON MY MIND
AND THE WORLD JUST KEEPS ON TURNIN'
AND THIS PAIN JUST KEEPS ON BURNIN'
A BIG OL' HOLE RIGHT INTO MY SOUL
YOU THINK
instead?
This world is filled with violence
And drugs, and wars besides this
America has gotta be an awful place
To lay our heads at night, right?
Poverty,
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists
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