momma too and come on and gurp wit' me we can all get down [Z-Man] theres more on the grillas, we blazin' I puff on the dust and you takin' your eyes are swelling
X Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch {*1} {*2} [2Pac] As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with
Now my soldiers posted up Hangin' like a coatrack Gun in the bushes and Work in the stash spot Overtime, al night Try'na make a fat knock Swell in my
can suck my dick if you don't like my shit Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like 2 pennies I
can suck my dick if you don't like my shit, cause i was high when i wrote so suck my dick. Two pills i pop till' my pupils swell up like two pennies
where no ball and chain Can keep us from the roarin' waves Together undivided but forever we'll be free So sail away aboard our rig The moon is full and
to the sun brick and rivet and lime once I built a tower, now it's done brother can you spare a dime? once in khaki suits gee, we looked swell full
Oh oh oh, a ya-so it a go dey A when the rice won't swell Man belly nah go full A when the rice won't swell Man belly nah go full The fire red hot
by night (He won't hear your prayers) Man become a wolf When the wolf bane blooms, And the autumn moon is bright (There's a full moon tonight) Man may
There comes a time, every so often, when the Dark Carnival begins to swell with the countless souls awaiting judgement. And the thriving mob begins to
Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?) [Jayo (verse two)] There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of
day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
jailhouse in Brownsville, asleep, A bootful of liquor he borrowed. He dreamed he was colored and waiting to meet the rich man drawing tomorrow. Head full
want, I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley Full of sport modes
half months not even getting a full peak Ya know, ya know, ya know. In a room the size of a telephone booth Using liquid nutrients, (buds swell rock,
No revolutionary gets old Or so I'm told You're left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to