than I do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew
anus Your anus Your anus is always getting stuffed You wanna diss us? We don't even know you you little bitch You wanna sit there and diss us? You little
shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with You fuckin with the killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You fuckin with some killas You
all before Taken advantage of an [incomprehensible] year old, raped his innocence And what for? Power Well, I hope you got your score Well, I hope you got your score You
a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen. And you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame, I could not leave you with your friends, you
I've held you tight, dear Was it dreams ago my heart felt this glow? Or only just tonight, dear? Non dimenticar although you travel far, my darling
from the forest's edge Hear my song across salty seas - from infinite time Over mountains and through deep woods - into dreams I can see you sleep now - my dear
No fancy lawyer to defend my case So I was sentenced at the Mayo Assizes Seven long years transportation To Botany Bay in Australia Is this the justice whereof you
i'm tryin to cope but it's just so hard, dear god will i see him on the blvd? uhh can you tilt your hat to the side? if you want or do you got to
again [verse 2: spm] It's that vato with Convo you know how the song go keep my freak on so Watch for santo (Saint in English) Pronto buckin Like a bronco
tasting So much blood is lacking now I dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you
a musket pressed to the musk of the budget And I'm a must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think
orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar But how were we to get there without a motor car. Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what you
With those nuggets dug ... It's glory they'll gimme My dear friend, King Jimmy Will probably build me a shrine When all of the gold is mine [English
stores, Don't use revolving doors, You might get stuck, Dear. When you use the telephone, Go in the booth alone, And lots of luck, Dear. You had for breakfast