This song is called, "It's a metaphor, fool." Sixteen names on my list but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!) Got your scars on
m a psycho! Woah! I'm a psycho! Woah! Don't you come near me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa!) Don't come close to me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa! ) Why don't you fear
Baby! You don't wanna make me cry or I will fill you with the emptiness inside. Okay! Alright! Baby! You don't wanna say goodbye or I will soak you
I wanna rob you of your game face so I can cower beneath your words. Cause I'm a freak from the same place let suicide make a meal for birds Into your
be your side again. Wrap me up in a plastic case. Pat me down with your warm embrace. I wanna know where you've laid your face at night for all these years. You're a
, like a virgin enthralled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. When I was too far gone to save her. Oh Lordy! The sun is coming up! A marshmallow
: Wassup C'mon I need a hot girl Really ha I need a wifey hahahahaha you know what's happening with me though C'mon keep it real I'ma keep it real You
How I Get Down Nigga betta +Clear Da Set+, when I come 'round It sho'nuff be a killin, That's How I Get Down I keep a AK, or with fifty-rounds I'ma rida
what you say [Chorus:] You say you're gonna make it right You say we're gonna be alright You say, you say this, you say that But you don't mean a damn
fall And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ball And they say we hate the East coast, but that's funny Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin
do anything to break me, my attitude changed Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a
Can I Get A Little Bit A L.O.V.E? (M.C) Can Ya Spend A Little Bit Of Dough On Me? (Bone Thugs) Can I Get A Little Bit A Ya T.I.M.E (The Lil Homeboy Bow
to see them boys get theyself outta this one) [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage
One:] A long time he a tell you bout the dirty slavery A long time he a tell you bout the brutality A long time he a tell you bout the H.I.M. prophecied
Talk If We Ever Had Problems About Anything I Was Cool With No Commitment (Wait) Let Me Take That Back It Was You, So I Was With It (See) Guess I Didn
and Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book Biting on a pen, thin glasses on French type
slick a can of oil boy Don't let your mouth get you in trouble So before you lie to me, before you say anything I know you thinking my mind is weak, boy
the real press. Yoko: yes, amazing. John: amazing. They're just as tough as the real press. Very sexy. It's a boy, it's a boy. Questioner: why are
