When I saw you buying Barbies I knew you were the one for me. One size fits all training bra and that's not all that did for me. So you listen to 98
'round. A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound A buck or a pound A buck or a pound Is all that makes the world go around, That clinking clanking sound Can
little, money, money, a mark a yen a buck or a pound that clinking clanking clunking sound is all that makes the world go round. It makes the world go
see what's going on Man it feels good to be back at home And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone I was fourteen when I first left Philippines
's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle, She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell. We both heard
cuff? ! Didn't blow up! - Just don't give a what? - A cuff? ! (DT's fired.) But DT's fired, he's retired! He's not hired - yo! - Plus I'm tired... Of
Shit, I can't fucking take this All this fucking pressure, I'm dying Make me go motherfucking crazy I got all these motherfuckers Every where I go They
been strippin all my life That's the type of metaphor so right That let niggas know I was real before the mic Four front rows had the fur at the fight No pita on my pita left
go 'round. A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound A buck or a pound A buck or a pound Is all that makes the world go around, That clinking clanking sound
that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin Mother Earth's ribs crashed
short and thick men behind bars. They are never clean, these men. And their dirtiness makes them objects of lust. I think its religion that makes that
the apple doesn?t fall too far from the tree Well she gets that call hope?s too far gone Her baby?s on the way but nothing left inside Together we cry
money Get a little money money money Mark,a yen,a buck or a pound That clinking clanking clanking sound Is all that makes the world go around It makes
may fade Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left Rack
Fourteen years is all you made it till forgiveness was frustrated I was sorry you missed Christmas do you think that you'll still miss us i was angry
(What they want?) They want that killing shit That dumb shit that where you from shit That ride around you hood all day with your gun shit All I got to
