now The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y'all niggas is pussy I'm ballin' now nigga now watch
Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas on how it is to be a real motherfuckin G In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so
stains on my stoop when ??Eyeball?? got shot When homicide outside, nigga i'm not Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block Its money out now,
? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that you Tah? Y'all niggas is pussy I'm ballin' now nigga now watch
on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now
Style's shit back, See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long, And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong, With a little tre douche is like
: (Charlie Craig/Alan Jackson) I thought some time in the sun Would help me get over you But I could tell from day one This is a place meant for two
hair oil in his hand. (It's that greasy kid stuff. What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul Brynner, Charles
heard Cuz nigga Bone Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd I wish they'd stop wit all of these rumours Cuz we ain't goin nowhere baby This is
it's time to die Gotta go bye bye All a thug could do is cry, cry Why they kill my dog and man I miss my uncle Charles y'all and he shoudn't be gone,
Bone Now tell me what'cha gonna do (Now tell me what...) When there ain't no where to run When judgment comes for you (When judgment comes for you) Now
: Written by Wanya, Shawn and The Characters: Troy Taylor & Charles Farrar Saw you on a Sunday afternoon Riding the B train Yes, I was coolin' on the
rangatan She love me like how black yankee Love Farrakhan Well she's very impressed With the youngest veteran She started realizing There's no better man Now when time
: Well my name is Charlie Thomas and I?m as good a man as you And for the love of Mary Brown there?s nothin? that I won?t do Well her husband was a banker
: (Bowie) There is a happy land where only children live They don?t have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There?s a special place
to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now Eyes going
antacid if you can. You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand How does it feel? - Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well look at all the massive masses
