chance to live again If only I were eighteen again I wouldn't spend all my time tryin' to remember When was I that much happier then? If only I were eighteen
me a change to live again IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN .....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN? IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN
at four in the morning Started undressing the ho Got to the drawers and the ho said "No! "Not on the first date "It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight
Hittman] All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hands like so And all you bitches getting pimped give your man that dough Yeah I walk with a limp cause my
have buckled up before your head hit the dash You gotta hate that a demo from an eight-track Brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks
laughing* [1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT? [2] Yeah you know! [1] Ain't no bullshit? [2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep [1
[Kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe Stop
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight" And nobody
don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We
hands, you got control Wasting time with your life until your ass is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp [Chorus
m Kris Kristofferson On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd Airborne Brigade on Operation Hump War Zone D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200 V.C. Forty-eight
you got control Wasting time with your life until your ass is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp [Chorus: Butch
LP on the rise "In Living Color was" seen through original eyes And I'm out like shout Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah Lying limp on a limb, slim
fiction Let's get specific you can't get with it I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits You
-thousand-two I don't hear you no more The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H Check it out I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me on next Eighteen
grade, by third it was worse A made man in the fourth, a don in the fifth Had the teacher sellin' ass when I touched the sixth Seven, eight an' nine
