Lies...lies run rampant hypocrisy.. runs rampant weapons of mass distraction the slaughter of thousands everyone is the enemy unknown death tolls
So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] Out With The Old Girl In With The New Tastes
's So Yummy And Delicious Ohh With Tender Kisses Ohh I Gotta Get Some Na Na, Na Na Some Na Na (Na Na Na) [x4] Out With The Old Girl In With The New Tastes
my talent and issues You'd go in the club and buy gallons of Cris to [Fabolous:] Uh Yeah Thats a little taste More Street Dreams November 4th Big Tigger
man who brings A man-size... Appetite I'll use a pinch of sugar And a dash of spice I'll let ya lick the spoon Because it tastes so nice I'll
reality show (baby, we ain't got nothin' to lose) Let's make a reality show (trial and tribulations, thick and thin, baby let's go) [Verse 4: Jay Lyriq
in a scroll (In the ways of the scale) The eyes of the hawk ranges the sky unblinking OPENED (In the ways of the scale) PERFECT [Tom Tom Club: x4] There
a nigga wanna roll something But I'm they closest partna, if I let em hold something Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers So let the whole world, taste
fulfilled Still I can't cope, without finding some of that dope On the hottest block of my town, hollin' fuck the po-po On 4-4's I'm still swanging,
Hit it from the back, and don't quit Bitch fuck you hoe, I'm all about my dough Standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4 Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge
a nigga want to roll something But I'm they closest partner, if I let them hold something Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers So let the world taste
m lonely I take too much, I taste your touch I'm automatic there's no clutch C'mon baby, baby c'mon (x4) I think you do, but you don't care I
phoney I'm lonely I take too much, I taste your touch I'm automatic there's no clutch C'mon baby, baby c'mon (x4) I think you do, but you don't care
' aroma (x4) 3D You sure you want to be with me i?ve nothing to give Take a walk take a rest taste the rest Take a walk take a rest taste the rest Take
J'suis mon propre fan (x4) Tout c'que t?as besoin d'savoir (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) La facon qu
start! Gettin' it [After every line in verse] [Verse 2: Chingy (girl)] Breakin' niggaz wit the flow Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+ Floatin' through the 3 by 4
[RAY:] 1-2-3-4! [RAY:] Don't just stand there, let's get loose I am Ray, I've got the juice Straight to your heart and back again, I tell you I am just
you Skeet from the front, skeet from the back Can I skeet in your mouth? Do you like it like that? ([woman:] Yess!) Taste my skeet, don't it taste so
