: When i'm feeling tired and low think of all the things I used to know light another cigarette helps me to remember to forget people places heaven knows
When i'm feeling tired and low think of all the things I used to know light another cigarette helps me to remember to forget people places heaven knows
bawl But mi nah sing a song with Frankie Paul Verse 3: Mister man and mister man nah bow down low Ah mister man amd mister man ah star freak show
what he says all said carefully Me not sit all along and just wait by phone Not call me 'cause me never, never home ya Machinegun as we get the wrong one Master Mark, master Paul, mister
: (feat. Prophet Posse) [D.J. Paul Talking] Ahh yeah, the Prophet Posse in this motherfucker For all you dick eaters, and all you dick beaters For
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders Paul
not its takes more than a plot, to knock this P from the top as Flizy conquer this land, wit destiny in my hands cause Minny Mae in demand, and mista
that old school soul Called take it back like repo And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three
Jacks? Frogs? Nah, so I put up fourty-eight, Not to make a point, but to set this shorty straight. This the E-N-D of E-N-G, not Mister G, No pictures
trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough
: (feat. Lucci Lu) Ok, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans
Cali Baby Catch A Fade Without The Barbershop Get You And Your Pride Out Leaving On The Sidewalk The Cop Still Use The Same Old White Chalk And Paul
she says "Wait a minute Your voice sounds so familiar...hey, is this Paul? And my wife is all like "No, that ain't Paul, Now tell me, who's this Paul
was they birthday Me, I used to stand outside Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five! Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba Mister Lover
click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker Stick up the forest misters then head
Em, what's goin' on? This is Paul Rosenburg here, faithful attorney o' law Listen, I er, listened to the rough copy of your album And uh, you know I
When my dreams are over And my feet hit the floor Is my will enough to move on When we fight to get back The love that we?ve lost Will my hands be enough
