friend's hand as his mate sings loud and slow When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five
mother's name was ... her name was Lisa's mother. And then there was a child, a five year old child, named Lisa. Lisa, pure as the thriven snow
burning wits for now. And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols
' in late Called Jay Lee, he said "Cool, Man I'm glad you got rid of that fool" He said, "There's a concert goin' downtown, The O' Jays, Whispers and James
- yeah he is Friday night the football games I was livin' for the speakers To call the name On the back of number thirty-seven Just one Forty-five And five
Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup my nigga 'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O
Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my nigga 'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O
police") I give n.y.p.d. blues I shot magnum p.i. now I'm a cops current affair on the ten o'clock news Kidnapped hawaii five-o In 48 hours they
packed that's my gal So complete from front to back that's my pal (Tosted} Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun If She don't make my five o'clock
, the blacker Tiger Woods say he ain't black, whatever They say Michael Jackson ain't white, whatever And Venus and Serena done beat mo' white girls Than O.J. and Rick James
ain't crips You niggaz ain't bloods You just lil' G Unit run around thugs (Repeats 2x) [Techniec] We loadin' up clips Handin' out slugs Out the Six fo' five
thing changed Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang Bitches who know me know how I do dames Still, fuckin' with James
mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D O
make my own rules One part man and one part mule One part fossil fuel I got the heart of steel I pull eighteen wheels Mister nine to five in his coup
I could be of any help... BETTY I'm sorry, Mr. Gillis, I couldn't see the point of it. JOE What sort of material do you suggest? James Joyce? Dostoyevsky
fire hey 'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the B-to
A T I C, say what? Yo and I'm here, 'cause I'm here Yo, plus I'm here, cause I'm here Yo, yo, I'm 'bout to tell you what I like I'm with five individuals
give me all of the cash So I can quickly fuckin dash, die, fo'-five in the motherfuckin game sellin cocaine bro My fuckin brain like Jesse James ...