D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I ain't
son of the God [Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs I wake up... and I don't know where I am.. I wake up... and I.. [Verse Two: Royce] The true and living son
you, Bunky ... I mean, Jimmy? Jimmy: Yeah. Hoots: Well you can stop worrying. Just remember - (sung) Things are always changing So don't be sad and blue
thank you, but not for the bookkeeper, not for the banker The margin's thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a purebred or, more understandable, a racehorse of some kind You see son
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son, I ain't
the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue Where
for goin' underground Where I met an old blues-man with a walking cane He wore a stripe suit and used someone else's name He said, "Son I've seen it
was a star He'd say, "Son, don't you run down the roads that I've run And don't go and sing all the songs that I've sung 'Cause this kind of livin'
yo, yo, yo imma bout to tell you about the time i ran 'nto billy jean shorty that michael jackson sung about on his joint yo, she was a crazy freak, but
a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man. I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries ``more
, son But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung So many times before Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew Your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue
long enough to cry the blues Acquainted with the bottle He knew the good Lord too Hank was drifter passing through Lefty was an oil rigger's son He
the moon No more Tyneside's favorite son Jimmy Nail is number one Reading books by Nabokov School kids told you, 'Bugger off' So you sung about dread
s not a dealer or a pimp But now he walks with a permanent limp And pig, you make my gut crimp 'cause my whole family got knocked Walcy Hawkins and her son
you, son But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung So many times before Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue
), Us (us), ROC (roc), Silence (silence), tha 'eagle, bang I can't go on this way (sung overlapping last line) [Beanie Sigel] Wit no union, and no benefits
nigga D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
