Lyrics:
probably like, damn, yo
"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why
I was off keying cars parked on radium lawns
By suburbian moms
I called a friend, let's
A hit this nigga dead
Do y'all believe in ghosts?
Reach in the stash where I keep the toast
Then put a hole in ya gut big enough
To stash a whole ki'
Alright you polaroids, let's go!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mhh we're in the big city
Uh, come on!
Where ever we are it's a big city
Dirty little
and park big whips (oh!)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
"Oh, Cali?
"No doubt"
"LAX"
"Oh, Cali?"
"No doubt baby" [Repeat: x4]
[Snoop Dogg]
West West y'all, pile it on your plate
A little
the little town called)
Cen... (oh yea) ter... view (oh, yes I did)
(I did a little bit of dirt in)
Cen...ter...(oh, yes I did) view
(aww yes I did)
Islands
The big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half
Still representin the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave.
In Yarmouth town, there lived a man
Who kept a tavern by the sand
This landlord had a daughter fair
A plump little thing with the golden hair
a A-Town girl (Big Latto)
So if you lookin' for her, know that she with me tonight, oh
The biggest, yeah
You know I had to do it for Clayko
If you from
nigga you would never be (oh na, na, oh na)
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
You tell me that you make big moves
But tell 'em what you
You better not pout. I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town. (Oh yeah)
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town. Ow!
not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town, oh yeah
Santa Claus is comin' to town, yeah yeah
Santa Claus is
and desires,
right here, right now,
in this little section.
I have been in showbusiness
for 10 years and every time
I have to go back on the stage
I have this
the little things
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
In this great big world it's the little things
Y'all we need pride, world-wide
In the vision that everybody stays alive
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
JTK
Once, a pig built up a house
The house was of straw that
He bought from the town
One day, a wolf came and saw the little pig
He came
because you were so bad
Oh my god what you did back then
Oh my god
Little big goodbye say hello
'Cause I'm missing you all night long
Little big goodbye say
a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car
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