lake we called him Big Jim When I was a kid my only wish was to get my line in him Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw?d in my line Jim
Gangster", my strap's European (YO!) Came with a scope, got a Navy feel So I can ambush niggas like the Navy Seals My defensive line lookin like some
I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think
good If you'd check off my Christmas list Boo doo bee doo Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's Not a lot I've been an angel all year Santa baby
about you I admire its, baby, Because you stay with me, maybe, because you're as crazy as I am Cuz when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes
strangles himself? I'm waitin for hell like hell shit I'm anxious as hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel
. Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State; The pilot told me in thirteen minutes We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
me Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles
fraying cord Reeling in a devastating sight In the brackish sound Somebody had drowned She wrapped her raven rings around my line She wrapped her raven rings around my line
But if there was a road to heaven It'd be one long and crazy ride... If there was a road to heaven babe That's a road that I'd like to find.
getting fired because we'd playing anything other than "Wooly Bully" or, uh . . . you know . . . uh, "Twist and Shout" or the rest of that stuff. We'd
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feeling, morning and evening Baby when you get home, ooohh I got a vision, my superstitions gone Baby I'm shining, you got me flying Throw me a silver line
through And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me too Such an angel with a devilish angle And quite the certified sweet talker And you're buying every line
There is no doubt about it I'm one of kind baby I am le d'artagnan de coeur as you may see candy And I'm talking with my eyes And I walk in different
be a man among men [No master] on 1 or 2 of your audio tape between the screams of your room-mate i must have dropped a line that i'd like to hear again
be a man among men [no master] on 1 or 2 of your audio tape between the screams of your room-mate i must have dropped a line that i'd like to hear again