mistress is dipped cuz you buy her stuff. You little round glasses: Scrooge McDuck. Ascot, sometimes a top hat, walking a dog the size of a rat, your black ties
despise Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick 'Cuz she's burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got No ties on me, I keep it strong
I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd
a moustache and glasses too thick to see his eyes tucked up next to him a fat overnight bag with a hole in the side and you could see one of his ties
, middle class Half caste one of a critical mass Broke the old mold smashed the last cast If you ask me don't believe the hype of the past 'Cos political ties
ties And they was wise and funny and funny and wise Staying up late and playing the music With grown ups was my prize The little fat kid with sparkling
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born every day And fear of man grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries
holidays are over and you are feeling ill Have a happy Christmas hangover It's the most miserable time of the year The eggnog's made you fat, the party
They came by thousands to court the wild And she just patiently smiled and bore a child To be their spirit and guiding light And once the ties with
, here I go My hollow from the heart is hard to follow Lately I've been drinking like there's a message in a bottle Aloha's to women with no ties, to
big apple Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you 9-3 gangsta ties hatians down in Miami (zoe gang!) yeah, them hatians down in Miami Fat
-piece orchestra at the warwick hotel With some fat man from the opera who tried to sing misty And it was black men and black boys in white ties and tails
When it come to these bitches im still a backbreaker let the vocals get the pussy, let the track rape her ties on the rims skinny but they fat paper
me, H-A-V-O-C Don't want your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me I keep it strong, while you scream
head strong Seen in your packages, kite keep you straight Deep in this caleseri, fat 'till it date So we can chop it up, so we can spread the ice and The ties
They came by thousands to court the wild But she just patiently smiled and bore a child To be their spirit and guiding light And once the ties with