gun in your right hand and you know that your father is your number 1 man youre raised on the grain thyve been feeding inside of you common ground
, we wanna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota" They picked the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota So the very next day we loaded up the car With
need to do is link it with persistence Once we recognize that, we can move ahead Native Tongue, Common Sense yo he's Hip-Hop bred... Common: From
of my possessions Piled higher than a house I felt closer to you than you ever would have known So let these tiny acts of charity Be common ground on
you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin? the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit
a seed Once it'll make you vomit Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' With
H.U.G.S. can either be boys or girls St. Clair playas, common ground we on We are Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls With Flesh-n-Bone, pow to get a nigga in ground
need to get me out of this joint Come on let?s bounce, counting on you to turn me around Instead of clowning around, let?s look for some common ground
me sell my dream, we can share my momma now And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin? the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit crack and
que apagar sufrirA?s La tormenta ya tendrA? que pasar SufrirA?s Las heridas ya podrA?n sanar Si tienes fe, fe, fe, fe, fe Give me a reason to be with
a rock Not but nothing but couple months back when we fought I couldn't live with myself thinking that you were lost And now we found common ground
's proud And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now And like MJB, no more drama now Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
need to do is link it with persistence Once we recognize that, we can move ahead Native tongue, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred... Common: From the
We icegrill the silhouettes (right) The common decency factors a lowball estimate of zero My testament is striking b-boy stances Dancing past the foggy mirror With
could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with
