I'll never see what you live for. Will I ever see you the way he does? I'm nothing but a man With a true lack for sun. (?) My affection is screwed By
: I'll never see what you live for. Will I ever see you the way he does? I'm nothing but a man With a true lack for sun. (?) My affection is screwed
I'll never see what you live for. Will I ever see you the way he does? I'm nothing but a man With a true lack for sun. (?) My affection is screwed
bild you high. you break me down. And that's story of our situ a a a tion You pick me hard. I let you down. And that's story of our situ a a a tion
till forever! Make it right Whenever you knock me down I will not stay on the ground. Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, Pick it up up up and never say
fight till forever! (make it right) Whenever you knock me down, I will not stay on the ground. Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up up up, And
it out from side to side, from top to bottom open wide Just so we can ride and bump all high upon this Southern side Mane I'm hangin', sangin', champagne
When You Hirtin Distressed, A Bit Of Anguish Can Bring You Closer To Your Death, Cuz Of The Lack Of Success Now, Time, Aint On My Side Cuz Im Tryin To
illness Of a nigga that's comin out real (real) I don't know why Nigga you livin a lie A plus I despise those who try A nigga like I this high and fly
Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a
this (this), you got to hear this (this) Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake My contradict thick like a
cuz they not Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a Quarterback I slaughter wack MC's with ease These nuts what you get and a busted lip
at your folks Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools D-O-double G Kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack
'til forever To make it right Whenever you knock me down I will not stay on the ground Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, up, up And never
A febrile shocking violent smack And the children are hoping for a heart-attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire And the lamppost
was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego" "
a taste of reality Welcome to my art show Its not about a salary Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories Me and the mic are like mickey