bread How to be a baller, can you pass the test? There's more than one way to hit the top Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped Take it to the
reading. The Devil is astonished. Henry explains he doesn't like to read on his own time. The Devil dislikes Henry at sight; he's a bad boy alright, but
nigga, it's time to promote the new LP (what) So we packed our bags and hit the road for two weeks Nigga, here comes bad company But when we got back
for my feelings you misuse I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me I bring you diamond rings you say I'm bad at timing things So what's a man to do when
three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's Rolls 'Cause it's outta control, this bitch is taking
' babies, given milk to drink Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time They ain't callin' it but b-ball took up most of my time We were hard
that's nothin' new Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go Gangsta walk and nines, at times
checks and checks and keeps checkin' They take the album, take it home, and start sweatin' Why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital To take KRS
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month
said he has an 11 inch cock, couldn't walk ? # 6 Caller: Yo R.A. is worldwide man, he's goin platinum, quadruple, and big time # 7 Caller: First time
'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now
and where they belong But it's really not bad for an eight hour song Second verse, better yet worse Give my all for the company man Help him up and give
't even play wid me like that yo We spit rap and fire brown paper bag Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map Floss that anything yell endorse that Electric company
Take An Old Cold 'tater, performed by Little Jimmie Dickens When I was A little boy around the table athome. I remember fairly well when[A]Company
I'm happy for you, you've made it hard for me I counted on your company, you are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself, I keep taking
hate me or love me (Hate me or love me) I'm grinding still making this money I'm making this guap No you ain't taking it from me You ain't taking my
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles
you And if I've been bad done you wrong Gimme time to make it right Honey, don't be mad 'cause it takes too long And we ain't got time to fight And