And leaves you Slumped against the night They captured you, chopped off your hand Left for dead And buried your body in sun-soaked sand Fly home Is
Tercüme: Kilise. Ana Fly.
bump) I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone I typhoon everytime I get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought another home Who you stuntin
. I would swim over the deepest ocean For my love to be with me. But the sea is wide and I can not swim over Nor have I the wings to fly I wish I had
See the bluebird fly easy as a dream Dipping and bobbing in the sun Could she be the one I saw so long ago Could she be the one to take me home This
did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home One punk came and
Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck y'all bitches an' Fuck the pictures y'all takin, fuck the whip you in Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over (It
deacons Have the whole church praying for Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned with God-body fly
to break son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once though, the mind stays infinite Travel in the church
world Home of the pocket stones Home of the booty songs Home of the finger wave that lasts All night long Home of the on and on Home of the dominoes Home
kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call And I ain't got a home phone number
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don
and I Wish I could go deep in a zone And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song and I Wish I could teach a soul to fly Take
worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the
and let em' fly If selling dope is the way I die then let me die Before I die i'mma close my eyes and let em' fly If bangin' bitches is the way I die
could fly 'Cause I came here to live I didn't come here to die Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
us to practice this freaky religion Hey, hip hop is here to stay 'Cause it was meant to be that way Yo, you say neato, check your libido Then show up at the church
the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed Lady in the street but a freak in the bed You see she makes her own money, pays her own bills Always stays fly
