Hey..like what the hell am I doing ryt Verse 1: Ayo tones you tripping Whats going on homeboy you slipping Are you o.K men your acting diffrent And it
Buried waist deep, gagged and bound Piles of heads lie on the ground Executioners start to assemble Condemned man shakes with fear Doom now becoming
The rotten thorn in your front Is the freezing touch of fear !!! I rise my hand Your face is the mirror of god I grab the stone ! Your shame and my anger
Sitting in my bedroom baby, You know I'm spinning. Haven't got much headroom, But I'm only living. When I'm like this, I can only just sit, Why did you
yo, a yo eenie meenie miney moe im p-p-pickin hoes to pucker up and kiss my ass under the mistletoe yes i am about my cake! just call me anna mae i keep
INTRO Huh... dis dem ferrari boyz... catch up... burr... catch up... catch up... GUCCI: she stoned, she stoned, she gone off that patron; i gave
When you're stoned, baby And I am drunk And we make love It seems a little desolate It's hard sometimes not to look away And think what's the point When
Last night out in the dark I was watching werewolves in the park, stoned I used to run with that pack Till they broke my balls and cracked my jack Stoned
I gotta get this shit off my chest Another sucker behind a desk You try to tell me that you know best Snap your fingers, snap your neck The sunshine
Oh (Hook) Aye you probably think you know where this is goin but this ain't one of them kinda songs somebody roll and let's get it on While I forget
High High Worlds of thoughts, an endless space Sometimes even underground Helpless in the human race And hopeless when the sun goes down If you give
Flesh peelin' Soul stealin' It's taking everything I've got Not to crack right through your skull Have my fill Leave you to rot As we roll through the
Leave me alone, I'm over it and everybody's movin' on I can't see my tomorrow And yesterday has come and gone So, leave me alone My mind is blown but
The lights are on but no-ones home I'm helpless and fully grown i know you'll see me through Cos you're all like brotheres I've lost Since we've been
Fabolous: Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga... Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the mobs look to/ and right
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Oh caracas. Hanging from some chimpanzees. Jonny No. 1 is a son of a gun. But that's allright with me. Still, how you keeping? Tfi's got nothing on you
Well I must have been stoned when this whole started 'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore Can't figure out where I'm at Maybe Memphis,