Black, like a forest and still, like a lion, my knees are bended We used to speak a different language I wasted my breath on words soon forgotten, left
guess I'm a Leo My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest Just like a
blue I'm finding I can fly so high above with you Far across the world The villages go by like dreams The rivers and the hills The forest and the streams
blue I'm finding I can fly so high above with you Far across the world The villages go by like trees The rivers and the hills The forest and the streams
'. And what, might you ask, is a TREND MONGER? Well, a TREND MONGER is a person who dreams up a TREND (like 'The Twist' -or 'Flower Power'), and spreads
legend too, just look at what heaven do, send us an angel And I thank you [Chorus] [Verse 2] Forest Gump momma said, life was like a box of chocolates
fake 'em out Since you brought me in this world let me take you out To a restaurant, up a echelon(?) I'm a get you a Jag whateva else you want (Hey Mama
flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hangin tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low...like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein a
that is forsaken I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> I'm like a
flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a
you ever know, There in the forest, I had teeth to show, In a different time, when the world was mine, When I ran as a wolf, and the sun burned low,
I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects Can I? Does a plant grow from a plant yes Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris Y'all niggaz
wiz: Da Emerald Forest awakes in a second Pitch Puck can you hear dis sound reckon Funk in the air, chunky our bliss Da Emerald Forest awakens don?t miss
is rising high and low, I?ve to hold up, where?s this pumpin volcano, but let?s keep da party pumpin pano-rama wide screen wicked landscapes like never
Like you Throwing fairy dust Then frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris Cold as a black forest in these starving streets A
. So close your patient eyes and your misplaced guilt. Break down walls that your demons have once built. The broken trust is a relativistic concept. Life is like a
her transportation 'Cause I let her ride while I drive her crazy Then I just keep going, going, like I'm racing When I'm done she hold me like a conversation
a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein' a broke nigga I want a all chromed
