: My brain got used to being inactivated She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry I was the puppet that she?s always liked on her own. Then I decided
My brain got used to being inactivated She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry I was the puppet that she?s always liked on her own. Then I decided
There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you want There's
TrackBoyz Its cool if I bring my other cats From St.Louis on this one? Come on Girl as you came through the door, you heard it before Errbody in this bitch, better hit
She said her name was (Paradise) That's what she said to me She said (Paradise) That's what she said it would be 'Cuz she, the finest women that I've
me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh Curren$y: Bong rips Double S's with the floor shift Windows 20/20 clear Peep the 20's on the rear Order
fo' (what's up) 5th Ward got my back, you already know (you already know) South West, no Thugger ain't got plexed (what's up West?) It's H-Town till they
Now if you wanna meet girls and I know a little place It's a zingy neighborhood and it's open everyday Afraid to get in and never got away You should
Went flippin' down the track In what that announcer called A spectacular crash And I thought Well, hell, I can do that What's the big deal? Hit a wall
40 brought me to the West Coast Now it's khaki suits with my shades on I'm on the same s*** game on But on Sundays I'm like Diddy grown man with one
on it Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm 'bout to throw up Grandma got me hollerin' damn It's six thirty live and callin', tellin' prophet roll up It's
got her You can't walk like me on my bad day Watch me get jiggie with it in my MJ's I'm layed back so relax like a Sunday I'm too stepin', doin' shows
got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut (Chorus) Loose, footloose Kick off your Sunday
live her own life Here's the judge's sentence, beggin' and pleadin' Now spends nine hours on the bus to go and see him Here's the judge's sentence,
?Come on boys, let?s hit the road? We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday That?s where we played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody
rhymes Nice with a mic device, I guess it's a curse If you roll up (two) nigga, guess who's first (one) slug to your brain, that's equal to (one) verse There's
for the dome gotta keep my concentration Since elementary, it was destined for me, To see the penitentiary Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday? I hit