Songtexte:
Are Picked All Notes With The

notes with the weight of my lean i am alone. and i could haunt this town for years to come and nobody will dare to come around. they'll all say underneath

with his roots, found the redneck in his blood and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes

in the orchestra, how I love to pretend the sounds you make are flowers that slowly encircle the band. That curl around each note that's played. The audience

and how i chuckled like a child so happy that you could make it. With you around my life became exciting and every day was like a new adventure all the

sleeves The next MC that rhyme 'official' with 'ref with a whistle' That ain't Young Money I'ma definitely diss you If you Rhymin' 'packin' a mac' with

phone real quick man, eh, fuck it") ("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk") ("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man") All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication (All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are

a note in my knapsack along with a shottie [Lil' Kim] Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match Bavari hiking boots, with

And I'm brainless Which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is Which makes me stainless With no neck left to hang the chain with

upset, and she screamed out no, it's off the principal's office you go, [Verse 2:] 12 o'clock comes with mass hysteria, everybody rushes down to the cafeteria, picked