Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's Glamour ride through his eyes vividly on TV Mesmerized by the likes of these self proclaimed G's Fantasized
Lord Teachin' men to worship Christ is what we live for Then give it back like I'm givin' to you The time is yours, it's yours VERSE 2 You're a soldier
: You would look a little better Don't you know If you just wore less make-up But its hard to realise When you're sky high Fighting off the spaceships
pussy's like death wish two You've got to know who's fuckin' who! [Chorus 4x: Edsel Harris] Who's fuckin' who? [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Living in
] S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends! S & M! Let the beatings begin! S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend! S & M! Bring all your horny friends! [Verse 2
me ayudara n... porque hay una sirena, que esta muriendo de pena, porque hay una sirena, que esta muriendo de pena. Auquaman donde estara s?(
A.S.A.P. Ooh girl, you need to get at me, wanna be yo main squeeze, boo, see, (oh girl, you're all I wanna see.) [Verse 2:] It's been a week now, and
Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's in love Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's
hear Brenda's got a baby Well, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not her problem, that's up ta Brenda's
see [Chorus] x2 (What's goin' on) Another gunshot rings (What's goin' on) Another siren rings (What's goin' on) Another mother cries (What's goin' on
for this LT Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's life (Everybody need's to chill) Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life (It's
s just A little girl [Chorus] Mama Don't know why Mama's just a little girl Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little
: PAC'S THEME ~Statements variously said throughout song.~ I was raised in this society so there's no way you can expect me to be a perfect person
rat-pack [Pac] If you get your ass taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front
My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic
ta be, a soulja, like me Crack done took apart of our family tree my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me is it my fault,
: (Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's
