my pop about the cars and the clothes Shrimp and the lobster that I heard about Like word of mouth The UGK tape and Scarface will turn ya out I was like 13
you say, cause it can happen Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead Serious, you could be dead period, end of story
say, cause it can happen either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious, you could be dead period, end of story
keine Labernasen, die mich plagen Kein Hubba-Bubba von deinem Blubber-Blubber geh' und verscheuer Heizdecken auf'm Butter-Kutter Sorry, kein Bock auf deine Story
ya And asks for a ride to the liquor store She kills the bottle, gives praise to Jesus Then passes out on your living room floor She tells the story
this earth It's like nuttin' that you ever seen or heard so look listen When I speak, sit up in your seat Pay attention to the words, 'cause the story
into day into day Evan: I turned 13, my parents got divorced and I moved from New York City to the middle of nowhere. All: Day into day into day Patrice: I turned 13
dope game, I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change But down south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin But stories we ain't buyin
gonna teach you about life and death" I was born a God damn failure Dropped outta school at mitalia Found me a nickel and lost a dime My whole life story
Crazy convict, don't take no shit Since age 13 I was ill legit I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin' pussy dreams and I
to the streets, another publisist dead page 153 only credit was a cover, tag next months issue read all about fallen bears dissen you heres a story for
Phyllis: What are they laughing about? He looks so beautiful when they laugh . . . Don: That's what my psychiatrist used to say . . . Phyllis: Twelve years. It's the same story
long time to make a long rhyme, It took a long time to make a story short It took a lotta lives and a lotta lies to make this story what it is And stretch
is interdimensional, cross-rip timekeeping. okay...this has never been done before...we're gonna hit it for you 13 times in honor of friday the 13th. (13
guessin' Hey baby, how old are you? 21, 24 maybe 22 I'm twenty-five She shucked and kinda neeghed And said, "Hee, hee, hee I'm only 13" 13, I need a
This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight" by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13 Writ in my own hand
or in the store Know a couple dollars won't get you by Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story Could never flop For that sexy mug-shot I could get
[D-Loc] Let me tell you story about. How some good old boys do it [Intro] Pack your bowl Lets get stoned. As we head on down the road. (As we head on