She's got a way about her I don't know what it is But I know that I can't live without her She's got a way of pleasin' MMMM I don't know what it is
Everything's gonna be alright (It's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (It's gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (It's gon
wonder will I last long Even though I showed my *** on my last song I gets my mash on, no mask on Cross Ross, baby, it'll be a sad song If you ever
Artist: Too $hort Album: Players Song: Wild Wild West [$hort] Once upon a time there lived a man In a place that's known as East Oakland He can rap
the bell ring seeing things clear in the blackest of night and sometimes the good guys they dont wear white (NO!!!) (Chorus) Gangsters and mobs with itchy trigger fingers do-gooder knights or some love song
to meet the steel Let it dance for you Feel the might Inside of you Raise your blade It's time to fight I heard the sword's song And it sang to me
bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight, as he is an elfin grey I'd not
just like Rupaul lookin' girl, Body like a midget, ol small lookin' girl, Fred's white women lookin' girl, Crack lookin' girl, One eye lookin' girl, It's
I was a little bit tall lookin? boy, (Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff) now that?s the smell of clean?ol? Pine-Sol lookin? boy, This is the song that doesn
If I was a little bit tall lookin' boy, (Sniff, Sniff, Sniff, Sniff) now that's the smell of clean?ol' Pine-Sol lookin' boy,) {This is the song that
kinda relationship wit his patient Right And this is just another song of me copying off Bow Wow but he would always be better then me let's go [Chorus
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one How many 2 Pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys
't cry no more, don't cry It's completed, oh it's finished It's been paid for Like a bird free There's a bird free Like a bird free There's a bird free
the early dawn a stallion white Prances the hills in the morning light His bridle is painted with thunder and gold Orchids and dragons, pale knights
their names on history's bloody Page, The corpse of chivalry long dead Is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened' age White-collared knights
and the party begins She's a slick nickel, she's right on the money I wouldn't give her up for a thousand buckle bunnies I'm her Big Cat Daddy, she's
I feel like a song without the words, a man without a soul A bird without its wings, a heart without a home I feel like a knight without a sword The sky
same trombone It's ahh, I'm waiting till my Joe comes home Let's forget romance Let's correct romance With knights in shiny armor What's it gonna take