Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Just pulled over in my CM 5 Big bottle on
not slit bitch And me and my band gone rock this bitch, Imma fuck her face off, fuck her waist off, the martian she hops on my rocket and take off, 5
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
love I'm not afraid anymore G5 Sweet, sweet fire I'm not alone C5 Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not the same anymore G5 The sweet fire of
Intro: Am Am/G D E Am Am/G D E E Am Am/G D E A5 Am
and riding Cadillac Platform heels and rocking bell bottom jeans You know what I mean With the butterfly collars and the miniskirts How I wish I could've seen a Jackson 5
street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
didn't know there were people out there with cosiousness so low my god, we were hanging out with this band, whats his names band, Oh fabulous band i
on me Everything on me Zan with that Lean Nuthin but Irene Hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene Gotta go to the mall [Juice] I gotta pull a band [Juice
.150 for da chain dat a whole lot of dope.i got bricks on me, bricks on me.crazy young nigga dat an ounce fo da stone.white goon mask on me 5 brcks fo
left ring 10 houndred cash neckpiece 30 grand whip cost 300 grand god damn im on a shoppin spre bracelet 20 bags rims cost me 5 grand house cost 500
find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands
Stack Of Them Dubs (Ay Bay Bay) Ridin' In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay) Im In Da Club Hollerin' Ay Bay Bay [X5] Im In Da Club Holerin' Ay Bay Bay [X5
speakers blow I like your air max, the shirt with no back She showing off her tats, you wouldn't know It's slightly, ghetto ghetto, she moves, jhetto jhetto She 5'5
Black Rob get the money, With or without yall, I doubt yall, Know I'm punch'n niggaz in there mouth ya'll. 5 minities niggaz wanna require, understand
losing sight. You're just gonna die anyway! Bad Religion: Back to the Known EP (Epitath EP1-BREP2, 1984) After their first album, as band members
[Royce Da 5'9'] Ryan's a homocidal misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having
easy I just lay back and let the big beat lead me I never work a day in my life Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife 100,000 rhymes from one band,