I can't hear no Southern California slang or eat mango with cashew butter Cos I can't wear that dress that shines so much I come from Sweden Without breaking down
damn about a Grammy? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me Cartman: "But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Kenny:
out on the street. The sidewalk began to perspire, We had glass and dog shit at our feet. We went over to Mary's apartment Come on! To listen to the Grateful Dead
shit sucks nuts 'Cause my weeds bomb, and your weed sucks I said, all you punks talkin shit sucks nut You can ride this dick, uh, until I come. [chorus] Come
all I really wanna do is break down and cry Cause a close family friend just passed I know you already booked the studio But at the mo' my head can't
can say is "ain't it a bitch" Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowlin' pin Knocked down, sometimes I'm wearin' thin, they just won't let
Kweli) Yo Ah ah ahhh. What's the matter with these damn emcees [Kweli] (I don't know) Come on baby if you feeling me [Kweli] (yea) Sit down with me, roll
somebody doin somethin foul I can't turn my back without these haters tryin to shut me down Plot and I watch, strategize, but the clock Is sayin time don't
trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come to Lefrak
the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come
forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come
OF OZ: Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was The enemy of all of us here in Oz Is Dead! Good