You're only 29 Gotta lot to learn about when you're business dies you will not return we like noise, it's a choice it's what we wanna do we don't care
It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed And the mast, a mammoth penis The captain of this lugger
Well I've seen you once or twice And I think you're rather nice Tell me what is your name And will you come again How far can you spit Is your voice
They took the best years of my life And made it so I couldn?t decide I don't turn this want To make beautiful word that goes on and on And on and on
I'm a street walking cheater with a heart full of napalm I'm a run-away son of a nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy the one who's searchin'
You need hands to hold someone you care for.... When you fear...nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush away the tears.... When you hold the
Hey, hey Remember that day In 1976 When London Town was boring Until along came this You're only 29 You Gotta lot to learn I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy
What you see, you can get Nothing's free, nothing's said Don't be fooled by the signs Don't read in between the lines What you're gonna say What you
Gentle pretty thing Who only had one spring You bravely faced the world Ready for anything I'm happy that you lived For your life is mine What have I
[Originally by The Stooges] No fun, my babe no fun No fun, my babe no fun No fun to hang around Feeling that same old way No fun to hang around Freaked
cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me(South Beach huh) Naw dogg, im from the other side of the bridge
this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
night after that, then the night after that To the point I'm thinking I might wife it in fact We decided to go out, it started going well The sex was
on the cops It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
the good in the bag, take it straight to the ugly Made in New York, it spread now we raping the country Stay with the vest, triple x pistols and sex Money
we got here, I been in places that you never been, colored money, get it Netherlands, I get around like a ceiling fan, I need my chips with dip or meet my pistol
: I?m trying to change this music, my nizzle It?s official, I?m tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistols
