You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with
and make 'em ride with it And look alive Ghetto rock with me Look alive Ghetto rock with me Aha yeah Throw it up Ghetto rock with me Show it up Ghetto rock with me
the shot ?Cause at any time you want me at all Any rhyme or reason Brother, I'm the brother you call to play Spring or summer, Winter or fall Any
's ever been There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could - I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me I'm from their
of war For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggaz come for test [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (grimey, grimey) Still slimey (slimey, slimey) Don't try me (try me, try me
many different kinds of trees. "michael richards" lyrics from jon lajoie`s bootlegs & b-sides video (starts off with acoustic guitar playing sounds like something jack johnson
with the red beam get a n**** hit on that fuck with the real thing not the 760 the reason that they took the fair team to get me you dont want it with
's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea People famous call me
or not we gonna hold our spot Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite A case of Coors light and its on tonight We talking about a party down on Johnson
Camels at an inch and a half And her voice starts to crack And her head starts to twitch And Ant looks at me like, What's up with this bitch? I can tell
O.C.] Yo... aiyyo relax your mind and let your conscience be free And get down with the sounds of this nigga O.C. Walkin the streets, chicks hawkin me
jump and then start humpin' Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing So my experiences taught me how to come up with
madmen who mutilize men with 9mm Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson
your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's a HOWARD JOHNSONS
brokers to sell at whatever the price in the stock market crashed." (In October, 1929, an over-valued stock market, with many owning shares purchased "on margin" or with