[Sole, Dose-One, Alias] We ain't fessin' this friendship All live crews turn to dust We're from the middle of nowhere Da dadu dade deda If you want to
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen... We're gonna do a song that you never heard before" [Intro] Yeah, it's on some cool shit, some laid back shit '
i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i
Jack jack, yeah Put em up, put em up Yo yo, JT Money! Throw em up, throw em up JT Money Chorus: Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya Who dat
Banging rocks together makes sunshine Banging heads with rocks 'till blood comes: the writing process Everything has diapers on and smells like It's time
[jt money] Yo, what's up? What's up baby? Dis yo nigga [sole'] Nigga, where da fuck you at? [jt money] Mr. good dick, what you say? [sole'] I said
Yo Sole', where you going boo I'm going home, I'm tired I got a session tomorrow You high you buggin' the fuck out I'm out You out? I'm out Holla at
Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me, she wants to give it to me She will
Go bananas if you lickin' my split with the lavender six Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix Have my money accurate I don't want my
[intro] Yeah, at one point, I thought I couldn't live without you But now, I don't how the fuck I lived with you But I just take that shit as a lesson
I've been doing this for too long to keep Singing the same song This is another one of those happy moments not made for anyone I don't rap in bumper stickers
Yeah yeah Sole' Bitch Brigade comin' Throw 'em up, throw 'em up now Wanna iy yi yi, tonight See me make a nigga, mine, mine, mine tonight See ya check
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left
My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn off
Blank page, blank space between the space and timex count down to nothing, no pop, no big bang theories of post modernistic expression the new impressions
[fan] Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude? Yo I came all the way from the suburbs man! Yo I love your shit! How about a free tape, dude? Support the underground
[intro] Yeah, feel my pain Filled with pain It's a struggle everyday Did I walk in the right door? I don't know Yeah I never back down, I do what it
