qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling each other, to get head in the bed
special Then it was august She felt something enormous in her organs [Chorus 2x : Killah Priest] My beginning and the ending while the world is spinning
families of soldiers 40 busters, 4 corner hustlers From west side, to Bed-Stuy Neathas in fiestas in neckties, Wepa Essays, and Chevy's with hydraulics This is God Knowledge Spinned
started drippin' sweat I knew I was getting into something and I would later regret Right when I lit the cigarette I caught an occasion of the spins
feelin' woozy, baby, baby And that's hows it gon' be when I take you from the club To the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with me You're so pretty
nothing like them summer nights My home boys throwing a back yard boogie So, every body gets together to unwind Relax and have a fun time The DJ is spinning
know the love of the cars and the rims Tattooed arms and timbs, are also called sins You know you got to pay for these spins You know the rap magazines
You know the love of the cars and the rims Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called sins You know you got to pay for these spins You know the rap magazines
with a sock Turn right it might look the same But you makin tracks through the room of thumbtacks This really ain't shit About a million tacks and the room spins
... Sometimes I put em in a bowling bag and bring em to work, play with their hair under my desk with my barefoot They're like stuffed animals all over the bed
me Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to work Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare feet Theyre like, stuffed animals all over the bed
Look over me 'cause my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone You see, death awaits me on my
once and kick you down the steps I blow a crater in the side of your head Do the same to your misses while yall sleepin in bed Double murder robbery
on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed out on his mother's bed
an' the mill' shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed An' lie on my pillows
to still dance to the beat skin more cold and callous than concrete I love swimming but there's just one ski in a rich man's sheek hotel with bed sheets
got that grippy, i got that sticky, icky, flip me over on the bed, no hicky, freaky make me, tongue go to work all trippy put your ... with my hands spin