a hot one named Terrie And don't get mad at me when I'm out poppin' cherries I know some ladies they just wanna have babies Collect child support from
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
[Child #1] ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em like POW! POW! POW! [Child #2] Whaaaaa??! [Mos Def] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough
around it's a death wish I'm building with my fans to perfect this Especially fresh to death that's what the click is People saying Mad Child that white
[Monoxide Child] Let's get high and just fuck. I hit ya till ya bleed. And we can just blame it on the weed. Little freak. Sucking me off makin my knees
naridasu Ding dong Mune no atari de Kane ga narihibiku Woo wee Denwa wa yappari Anata kara no desho Miu miu Kuchi togarasete Nekonadegoe de Denwa jane
me I'm there verily I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin Bless the
as they stay the same Produced by David Rosenthal Words and Music - Jane Lead vocal- Jane Backing vocals - Jane/David Rosenthal Programming - David Rosenthal Piano - Reg Webb Guitar - Jane
We are belong And we know we are right Not gonna catch us now Not gonna catch us now Words and Music - Jane Guitar - Paul Tanner Bass guitar - Martin Little Rhythm guitars - Mark Cunningham and Jane
pulmonary vein I play the kitchen call me culinary maine Ya'll niggas pitchen ya'll hustlen on the scary train While we move everythang from heroiwaine to mary jane
play hide and seek in the ride And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside She say she think I'm cheatin' wit a girl named Jane You ain't just
pro In this game I ain't lame Rolling down on chops Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
make it to town Randalph he can hurry, he can take the freeway down. And away went Rudolph a-whizzing like a merry-go-round Said Santa to a boy child
Mary Jane's Whoa, my Mary Jane's Whoa, my Mary Jane's Whoa, my Mary Jane's When I wear my Mary Jane's shoes Just like a child under bruise My heart
One summer day a stranger walked up to me and said, hey Little Angel would you please tell me your name. I just turned my head and said, Laura Jane's
played any more! No-one could explain what happened to Jane She was only one in a million girls... Goodbye to Jane Goodbye to Jane Goodbye to Jane
describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down While Mary Jane
Autumn?s child is catchin? hell For having been too naive to tell Property rights from chapel bells There?s nothing we can do We could not get there