Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-me That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now, don't you know that we Need you
: Hey, Sunday Sun Let's go walkin' And we'll talk about some things Kick my shoes off, And we'll dream about some dreams Got to get away when the world
throw his money away, hey But I'm just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin' You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin' It ain't often that a girl get
Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin
was trying to get from here to there Walking to, passing through people everywhere I got on at my station, running through the fire Looking for an elevation that
I don't get this shit... I might just throw this shit away or something... Cause I can't have that drama over here round this motherfucker man... Hello? Hey
his shoulder (ETHELL was a tree growing off of his shoulder) (hey, hey hey!) Billy had two big Caves for eyes, With a cliff for a jaw That would go up
graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gate I ran though, with the diploma that I owned With cops chasing me all the way til I got home I got away
funny 'Cause that ain't my name And that's lame I'm still running Running very late For a meeting Wait, that was yesterday Guess I'm early for the one
Hey, Sunday Sun Let's go walkin' And we'll talk about some things Kick my shoes off, And we'll dream about some dreams Got to get away when the world
can be better off dead I can a better son, boyfriend or employee But I better fix my head before I let that shit destroy me Yeah, you know me, that cat
three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now Don't you know that we need
as well) 12 o'clock Monday evening, that's the time of the crime But she on the 4th floor and that's a ladder to climb When I got up to the ladder she
the cars, the bitches, The money, the jewels, guns - in my britches [Fame] Hey yo yo Tef fuck that, nigga. Jump in they motherfuckin ass, come on aight Try this one
[x8] [Verse One] You see it's off to the store I got to go it's how I make the doughnutz This way at the end of the week yo I collect the bonus Sunday Monday