Fill a X fill a boy, whatever get us high With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die Be careful what you say, cause if my people feel played You
they hoes up I give a fuck, you niggas know who it is man Hit your wife so much, I know my way around your crib man You run up on me, you gon make me
my hands on ya You don't want none, I put my hands on ya You don't want none, I put my hands on ya Put my hands on ya, put my hands on ya [x2] What,
but these streets calling Hurting my own kind, cause Mr. Magic love balling Hoping my mama, don't think she brought me or taught me to hate She just delivered me it's in my
my palm, better sound the alarms [Hook] Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) Tear it up (come on, tear it
that (me and my niggas, is known for wilding and) Me and my niggas, is known for wilding and (me and my niggas, is known for wilding and) Me and my niggas
, on a Friday night When you home, and they say the club packed tonight (it's time to go) What do you say, when that song come on Every thug on the flo
To a dream That was mine alone So I left to chase it Didn't want to wait I was free To make it on my own My pride's I take it With each step, closer My
P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city back lookin like eighty-nine All the homies on
am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My
some more romance with you, my love? One more moon dance with you In the moon light, on a magic night All the moon light, on a magic night Can I just
need some consummation When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that are still up the skies You got green on
' you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my
tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I?m so alone Don?t have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring
marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changing' my style She's a nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondling my world
get down with my crew And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes We'll show you how the ReFugees do Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your
where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own
moff top when they got on stages all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't
