Living it up In an apartment Living it up By a convenient store It was thorn in my side It was a thorn It was a carpenters line It was a thorn Deliver
If you ride a horse you better carry a gun you know the words then you should all sing along You're an angel
Head to the suburbs where the income is salt A wall of history for keeping them hounds out I got a secret I got a secret Kicked right out of hideouts
Put it up up up get your luggage in the trunk these aren't fingers they aren't snakes that make a sound building houses out of bricks line them up up
Doctors and the lawyers Or the business men Keep me crawling on the floor with my head in my hands Like a rhino on the street touching everyone Or like
My legs were made of wood You kept the ground real warm You kept my spirits up When they were gone But I'm a half made man A shelter from the storm You
Cannibals" Send "Cannibals" Ringtone to your Cell Theres a car on the side of the road burning slowly like a candle Like a candle in the night shedding
the window. So what? It was sun yesterday. So what? Why are you always saying the same thing? I am -answering machine. Just to calm down, Silence is gold
t mean I'm 'sposed to be locked behind bars Cause my acronym for thug is True Hero Under God But still I'm a criminal cause I got gold teeth Ain't no
partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God One time, gotta keep it real Got gold and diamonds
Give 'em what you got 'til you hit that spot Woah We hit the jackpot The lotto, lucky dot So the path that we tread We pave the bars of gold Now we
school I'm Raydar Ellis nice to meet you show busting my styles Egocentric, egotripping with frequent flashed smiles [Esoteric:] You want to set it on us? We got gold
hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "If you came tonight, and you feel all gold Somebody say HOOOOOOOO
a pound, it's really 4 cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold and hope they write
You?re working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view On the finest avenue Looking at your beat on the street
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) There's no more place to go The other bars are closed The night the stranger came to town How do you know When you're
