by you make a man look twice Girl you look so fine, wanna say so much, can you make a little time? Girl you look so cute, women gettin? at me just to get at
't down I'm like Al Capone on the microphone I'm blasting lyrics through your dome, all through your home But like Ice Cube said, once again it's on
more back then cause now its fake hoes everywhere so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me home (to a life in which I understand) (where you at
help but stop and grin It's like I'm ten years old again And everywhere I go I can feel it Some say it moves like a spirit It falls on us once a year
hotels And scooping up lots of wine There was once a boy of life Who lived upon a knife He took his share of everywhere But he never took a wife... He was born
Everywhere I see the signs, pointing one direction No more twists or crooked turns, leaving room for doubt Where I used to take the time for quiet and
only as a hush puppy cook down there at the long john silvers they decided to name the child bejesus.Fred and Doris who was pregnant with bejesus stopped at
they can be achieved never give up Look at me once a convicted felon Once addicted to sellin' The substance which corrupted many men in my era I stood in awe at
negative thirty, Murphy perverted And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at? Herky
birth to children in your cries I am born to die. I am born to die. I am born to die. "Jesus snorted; he was moved to his guts;" and the dust was everywhere
Why did all the accidents Contrive to fall at once? Only day after day with you in my thoughts I never knew time was so short For once in my life I wasn
Fogarty] And mind that you don't say we beat you up when you at the witness stand. [Amos Hart] No, I give myself up. Surrender at my own free will. [
Hand in hand Two by two Naturally everything's born to pair Look around Look up and down Look everywhere We walk through life on a tightrope like a line
cold northern cities I didn't need to think if I were interested Eight-thirty wasn't too late And I look at my lonely bed Where once in my life I
bullshit, honey, it was just another greasy guy who happened to be born next to the frozen beef pies at boney's market..."; still others say "
gift to hieroglyph 'Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix So my style be comin' at
negative thirty, murphy perverted And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, where my dough at? Herky
frightening My scene, my crowd, skin has started tightening Underwear is everywhere, anywhere we go Reckless jailbait, a proud lot at the show Grab her at
