why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most She said why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most It always happens that way It
over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over
a money making machine dollars no pennies Nigga please, it's me and my niggas my fucking g's R.I.P. to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the
your screen Thank God for Disney It all looks like a dream To make it special Special for you Look up for red and white Santa On your soda machine If
were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's
you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing You know it's best to join the side that's gonna win And no one's sure how all of this got started But
Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, it's Busta Bust
[Chorus] He's bad, he's Cee-Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine [x4] [Cee-Lo] Now I came here for you to love It's computer love I make
of a machine and give God to an atheist But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head Still today's music has become the Matrix and the real rhythm is in
year I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know what
it My shit if you don't get pumped to it I quit Heres my rhyme book go ahead and thumb through it And pick what you want from it Rummage And find something
bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn [Redman] Damn God, you're killin it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats
machine, Up on the silver screen, It's all in my mind, Love is a litany, A magical mystery, And all in good time, and all in good time, And all in good time. It's
end then God damn...Change of pace I think there's still a piece of my heart On your face It's a shame to let it waste How does it taste? Break it
I never plooked A tiny chrome-plated machine That looks like a magical pig With marital aids stuck all over it Such as yourself before SY BORG: You'll love it
my knees to ya, Magdalena! I wantcha ta walk back to me, baby, I wantcha to turn around by the Sparkletts machine. That's it! That's it! In the little
we buildin' up man That's why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'? That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you
Success for the next man is success for myself Vanity's vanity yet I still wanted wealth I know there's a true God, but it still makes me think of Yusef
