tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong
, papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama and dig this crazy scene He's not too fancy but his line is pretty clean He ain't no drag, papa's got a brand
I guess you heard me cry You smiled at me Like, Jesus to a child I'm blessed, I know Heaven sent, heaven stole You smiled at me Like, Jesus to a child
'm so scared Take me back in time maybe I can forget Turn a different corner and we never would have met Would you care? I don't understand it, for you it's a
we can see a movie Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday (Saturday) Or maybe we can roll a tree And feel the breeze and listen to a symphony Or maybe
is the key So this time, when I showed her me I said, you know, I'm in a band She said why didn't you say so I'm Kandy with a K, so I guess you want
You walk around with my heart in your pocket You know I'd do anything you ask Sometimes I sit around and wish this never started But I know I can't improve
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (See the car) Black with the bars from the front to back And got a button in the middle, make
picked from the swamps So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I
Have a day, celebrate Soon you?ll find the answer Holiday, hide away Soon you?ll finally wonder Have a day, celebrate Soon you?ll find the answer Holiday
took 'bout a motherfuckin' week, didn't it? Down in a motherfuckin' creek, didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out, fishin' Sunday evenin', didn't he? Gift-wrapped in a
a motherfuckin' fool for love And I'm just a, I'm just a, I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love (I'm just a, just a) Shit, I ain't a sucker 'coz Shit, I
dat (And they) Ain't scared to touch ya (And they) Mite rub ya butt (And they) Make a nigga cum (And they) Mite give you some (If ya) (I don't) See nothing wrong A
one to get mad at Petey Pab got a bag of vats and a gat if it come to that So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin' Get a nigga smacked like that,
'all ready get your lighter put your fire in the air I'm bout to blow this up (Oh yeah) Its a it's a on now Petey Pab done and graduated Broke a loose
Diary of a sinner 1st entry Dear diary this the 1st time I had a chance to sit and just think with a clear mind Had a home but stressed out for a little
can scoop somethin' from the wildest spot And la di da da da Tip toein' through the tulips, 'scuse me Looking for a night like, cutie Bad momma driven like rule me With a
With no hopes and my will to live Barely a care in this world to me I found a way, kidnapped and confined Within a system designed To destroy the innocent
