s worth the fuss This is the story of a boy who fell in love This is the story of a boy who grows up This is the story of a boy who fell in love And
worth the fuss this is the story of a boy who fell in love this is the story of a boy who grows up this is the story of a boy who fell in love and the
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layin' between my knees While I'm blowin' off some trees, pumpin' B.I.G.'s Greatest hits, this was my latest shit Watch how niggas act when they play this shit This a
Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
bulrushes a tree with a tire swing volunteer fireman's fair the whole entire thing stella was heartbroken decided to start smoking bad taste in her mouth she grew into a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
I didn't even wanna speak a word to you, Then you started a conversation and got me laughing, So I gave you a chance at a friendship and you passed it
give a fuck, can I live? Cuz we be doin' too much shit, just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6 bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit every
Or the limbs of a tree Or the wings of my love Chorus: And I don't know what I'm supposed to do Maybe invent me a story or two I've got coastal confessions
your second?s a girl, lover boy? Freddie: What did you say? Soloist (Male): How come your second?s a girl, lover boy? Soloists: Well, what did I say
{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main Trading route, on the border between the North and South At a small outpost called Red Clay Village
Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o? the walk that he would soon become
veteran cats They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3 And a failure is not what I'm trying to
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
I'm keeping it real [C-Murder] Say brah why don't you rap, just like a tree a need you You know that G don't like me he's a dog you oblite me Quit tugging
up off the ground niggas couldnt believe They started bustin and'a bustin filled my ribs like crusting had the vest on so it didnt mean nothin One kid grabbed a
"The story you're about to see, occured along the main trading route, on the border between the North and South.. at a small outpost called Red Clay Village