commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold
ya, North sider, rider wit' a hoe driver G'd up, from the feet up, plus the heat tough Toe game, crack the Grey Goose, and spark the weed up When I'm
Here I thought the drinks were free, But all the time they were grooming me To be the egg that laid the golden goose. Now I know we disagree, but soon
[Smith / Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened
[Smith, Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride
[Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside
[Smith, Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of Season. Some blackened
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside
of his accent She came up to me and said this the number 2 If you wanna make it number one your number 2 now This that goose an? malibu I call it Malibooya
accent She came up to me and said this the number 2 dail If you wanna make it number one you're number 2 now This that Goose and Malibu I call it Malibooya
you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade . . . Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve . . . Splash of puce . . . Fool and king . . . Ghoul and goose
'm a pro with the flow I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold With my next shit I'm just trying
Shoot yourself in the leg And the goose lays the golden egg I had that golden egg before But it disappeared as I limped out the door Never reveal that
bucket in his hand And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound The turntables might wobble but they don't fall down Now Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose both
is (Joe) The Master of music his name is Jay Leave us alone, and let us play We give it up, and turn it loose We're not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose