to think and wonder bout how it's done "An emcee? Maybe I could be one" Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind To be a dope MC takes time Eight
good night Now we all living the good life Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill And we wiping snow up off the windshield It's still wonderful
S'cuse me girl I know it's a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even
time he gone away My daddy still smoking that shit I can see it in his face My lil' cousin sixteen, pregnant from a nigga thirty eight Tryna stay on
and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yes, I'm day dreamin') Left and right, watch her goin' up and down that pipe (Yeah) Five foot eight
wonderful dream, papa And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa That's what he said, papa, only eighty-eight bucks You ain't gettin' eighty-eight
I'm sterile girl, we ain't never did nothin Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin Little Miss Muffett, that's how the ball bounces Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight
big time" Oh, what a dream A wonderful dream, papa And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa That's what he said, papa Only eighty-eight bucks
Oh, Bick, really? You would do that for me? Boq: I would do anything for you, Miss Galinda Galinda: So... Fiyero: So I'll be picking you up around eight
me Think on over Roll on over I just need to feel you breathe.... Into my head is out of my mind Then I become a day behind And I can't help but wonder
live not yours if i wanted to i can f**k on the floors through the doors likea western shit the is crunk Beenie and Chris you know the boys tore up about eight
mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder
window at nothing in sight As she sings 'Are You Lonesome Tonight' Every time some stranger Walks in through that door She can't help but wonder If
that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin' for half my life I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic If you eighteen
right?) Baby mamma's own Speak on this, uh My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies And tryin' to break your player partners Wonder
the club owner, tell him you're through She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering
little gun here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity now, Anna (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny