That I lost you out there in the rocky world Would you build me a building, a chapel out there At the top of the hill in the still blue air Near the
in a speed trap Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing
get paid off Or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September
the milkman," he says. He was crazy and he kept on screamin' "You been screwin' the milkman," And then he ran into my knife! He ran into my knife TEN
everything in the news It occurred to me No news is bad news When you trying to spark that fuse I stumbled out into a black alley on a blood red doll
crew on the fattest hip hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary
The parade of souls Is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue As they march by The All Stars play 'When the Saints Go Marching
design a army I can reign But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein The Night Cap, so prepare for a catscan When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai
Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word Hey yo, one two three, the
money like water} {I think he was connected, so I left Outside it was raining cats and dogs I was feelin' mighty blue and everything looked black But
And what has come to change you, And have you come what may Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as april haze, And blue is just a colour, but blue
all in one instance Straight out of the blue Out of all it's goodness The summer sent you All in one sweet instant Straight out of the blue Out of all
The parade of souls is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by The all stars play when the saints go marching
be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Verse 2: [master p] Watch you back in the ghetto black
Source is happy we came six covers its covered That'll last about May, June well into the summer Why talk about different colors for various coupes Shit green fart Blue