: My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist In pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father At a fete in Aix-en-Provence. He
see it in these eyes I will not let you dictate how I live and how I die The more things you sow the more things I burn [Pre-chorus] Never will you see
love with you was just a lie Verse 1: Another night why do I believe Life could be like before You ran away said I have to leave And then you walked out that door Pre
we got to smoke, right? [Male friend:] That's right [Male friend:] But yo [Elzhi:] Yo [Male friend:] What's up with this motherfuckin rap game? [Male
the hugest boobs I've got no game, and every face looks the same They've got no name, so I don't need game to play I just say whatever I want to whoever
feelin you, uh uh I'm feelin you So let me be your murderer, the only one thats killing you O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school Down in Miami
were said too early There are no memories [So] how can we search for things to remember you by? I unconsciously enter into A game I can't stop playing I unconsciously discover that Everything has been pre
The Game Go You Cant Get On My Level So Get Off My Land Hoe Met A Girl So ?? No Need To Win A Game On Reminicising Gucci Everytime They Play The Same
what I'm looking for To find all the things I have ignored Biting the end of bic, under your lamp shade Slowly these follicles are swept down in your pre-game
alone no point of view, a thorn in my eyes World's face is turning to stone [PRE-CHORUS:] What is the sense of this dreadful game, can you say people
accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones Bring a rat back dead just ahead A cop's better Use this beretta Snitch, bet your bitch She in a pre
: verse 1: let?s play a game let?s just pretend like you don?t know who i am believe it if you say that you?re not a fan act like i?m interested in some
the vision of us may be blurry But choose your heart to see Just follow the beat, the rhythm will lead you right back to me [Pre-chorus:] Sometimes it's a game
need to freak you out Peeps at the show what I'm about I spit hooks Since the day you flippin' books And now I have a deal 'Cuz i created a look Pre-
Watch me how I shake it Don't you wanna taste it Taste it My butterscotch, butterscotch Boy, you're game is pre-historic Scripted like you're Katie
your window pane - Lil Wayne but in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne don't make me not so that's why I got a pre-nup - I do (Chorus) (Verse 2:Andre 3000
nothing left Cant take whats for ya Not even cricket ass lawyers Still in the same place cos your still you Now im lookin at dem haters in my rear view [Pre
unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em Fuck the game, don't let the game