I, I feel like going on Ohh, I feel like going on I feel like going on, gotta move on I feel like going on I feel like going on I feel like going on I
ride cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going I need a new fun fair cause your scaring me and I don't like where were going And now you
excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named Peter opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow. On the
cuz your scaring me and I don't like where were going I need a new fun fair cuz your scaring me and I don't like where were going And now you're gonna
world till I'm gone I'm bucking sat Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be I'm pinching these bricks ducking
I'm missin you I miss you I really miss my homies I miss you I miss you I'm prayin for you homey I miss you (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)i really
world till I'm gone I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone They gon' see who I be I picture this bricks ducking from the
time back? Would you bring B-I-G or Martin Luther King back? It's all about love and happiness, word to Al Green I mean that as i lean back in a clean
as one-two-three. One-two-three... CROWD (VARIOUSLY): Doctor, what group am I in? Where do I belong? Where am I? Tell me where am I! Where am I? SCHUB
S.G.] Now I know by the year 1999, I'm gone shine The bumping kid gone recline Cause I'ma grind all the way to the summer Then I'ma backdo' with the low
When I left I wasn't thinking That I wasn't coming home But first Al Green And then Barry White Convinced me not to go And I didn't come home for fighting
what I claim That's what I represent, that's where I hang Hand on the trigger, pockets gettin' bigger Screwed Up Click ain't nuttin' but real niggas [Al-D] Ridin' on
I left I wasn't thinking That I wasn't coming home But first Al Green And then Barry White Convinced me not to go And I didn't come home for fighting I
the dank nigga You got the gin and juice, I got the dank nigga Verse 2: Pass me the bud, I'm on the green leaves I wanna feel like I'm swimming the
called up the nigga Al What's the deal son it's been a fuckin' long while He said yo Black T, I had this dream about this cream I'm going all out for
