It's been a long time I didn't really think I was gonna see you again I see you haven't changed It's good to see you anyway Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
the bees a match made in heaven like some O's and D's no I never met a girl so sexy and fine she can take a man's money especially mine and on top of
, if I knew you was on the other side Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore And my happiness is o'r Winter's gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then, and
got you wanna fuckin' run-r-run, cause there's a lot of money, all I want is suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-some And I'm back-b-back givin' hip hop somethin'
us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw
gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other
Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town 'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down Yes, horse's
(that's right) Yet, you tried to murder this nigga that's comin from the same turf as you's (NIGGA) what nerve of you's (NIGGA) Pissed cause your hustles
O-double G! [Snoop Dogg] Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane It's the big dog y'all, fuckin with the Insane Clowns, get down nigga, I represent
bands I also said watch the man hoppin out the van I ain't only teach you about hefesue I taught you how to fish And not let other niggas feed you You
The Dynasty," no not Ming but Shawn's Dame careems, nigga it's the gangsta team Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene The other
either And you wouldn't want to know what they're playing. . . CHORUS Well, me and Christine, we got on O.K So I took her home, in my E.K She's chewin
can see what's in the back Hips like (Oh!), thighs like (Oh!) Pretty toes in a row and they be lookin' like (Oh!) [Snoop] (Nelly) Ion't know nephew, let's
s like they mausoleum doors Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George Yeah, the fear of God's in you
s like they mausoleum doors Getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's no room for George Yeh, the fear of God's in you ma'fuckers
blessin's Pick my nine see the times change In sub stations in the housin' I'm in my [?] bumpin' 11/5 browsin' With thousands in rubber bands It's dirty
m isss...) I represent for the Tre-o-five Down with the rubberband man, y'all call him young T.I. See I been an O.G., far from O.D.'n and this is T double
ground, the sky is falling down, under this wall of sound We keep the true sound of the underground Along with other bands, activists and friends This shit's