them type of things y'all niggas is lying 'bout My speech is the reason my race is dying out So I pray to God, the same time I'm pulling the iron out
me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what
the table for my kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle
just not my downfall they tryna make me slow, tryna take me, NO! cana??t be my downfall they tryna knock my grind I wona??t stop, Ia??m fine Cana??t be my
do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell, that her guy
any kind [Verse 1] [sing] Stranger in my bed can't recall last night that's why I'm sleepin' with Carney Wilson's head oh god got to wash my nuts I've
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
guy my size might take a while, just to Try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me Pinch me 'Cos I'm still asleep Please God Tell me That I'm still
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
I stuck my weenie in a bottle and now I can't get it out So you stuck your weenie in a bottle oh my You must feel really lonely guy You stuck your
the shed, i give jenny all of my love (come on!) ok then i'm a legal aide, erin brockovich is my name (nooo, god) then you can call me scarface,
kept us warm and held us down... [Mom]Hi boys, who wants a snack? [Andy] MOM, GET OUT WE'RE IN THE STUDIO! [Jorma] OH MY GOD! [Mom] Just checking on my
, whole crew, roll through Got more green than whole foods African queen got what you need, said my name Wale, ba wo ni You're my sweetie, my sugar, my lady, my
't sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him Waitin' on the day, they say Jesus is gonna come So God bless yall niggas 'cuz I'm sneezing with my
mama? Hey Success is my friend Who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him Expect my roar if you reject my whim Erect my law and respect my pim
so innocent, cause I've told my share of lies, but it seems like whenever I get closer, love pushes me away, just when I thought my chances were over, I stared my
myself, Is it?, looks just like my accountent, I don't think it is my acountent, Thank christ! Excuse my language but, oh my accountent, i adore my accountent
my heart God is the source from whom we're never apart No challenge too great and no cause is too small This infinite love is inside of us all My buddy