your mine And your mine And your mine Feels so good these days Where happiness can be Glad i found you and your mine We'll be fine i'm sure If we can
happiness can be Glad i found you and your mine We'll be fine i'm sure If we can just ignore it Glad I found you and your mine And your mine And your
you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way
Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit Parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom Cause
ass booger hanging out of your nose Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but one of your foes And spittin the wicked
to be The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me You should be happy to be
some nights gone off the Henny as usual So unusual to be in this position Everything I say everybody tryna diss 'em Everybody playin him, truth be told
niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as soon as you split em. It?s a cold world, be grateful that the Lord?s forgiving and be happy that you ain?t
can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin Don't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_ I can feel where you at, when
went a little something like this . . . Doh Get 'em off me Get 'em off me Oh No, get 'em off, get 'em off Oh, oh God, oh God Oh, get 'em off me Oh, oh
went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me!
) Go on get your friend's baby girl Im likin' when you swerve (Like it, you swerve) Tell me can you drive a stick If not can you learn (If not, you learn) 'Cuz you comin' on me like bitch the first time Give me your birth date and your
even off the bridge I give her a little time, then console her while she crying She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine! I'll be king,
cut from the Hair Cut Joe, man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
wake up-wake up, to put some sense in your head Don't be-don't be mislead, use your brain instead Because-because a brother like me, can't understand
the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off
this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck Shoot you in the
made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning just to count white faces Neo in the matrix, glorious as Morpheus Employed all warriors I mean as
