to hear that you're standing strong, facing a new hope so fresh to you And any time that you ever felt like home, I'll remember your new song and how
glad to hear that you're standing strong, facing a new hope so fresh to you And any time that you ever felt like home, I'll remember your new song and
all day No Cellie. In Tha Back sit Straight Freak No Tellin.(Come On) Beat Beat, Skit Skit, No Ying Yang. Best Throat, West Coast, I Been Game. My Name, Yo Name
earlobe, {bitch (Lobe, bitch)} You a star, but this a real {hoe bitch (Hoe bitch)} You a new {pussy nigga}, tryin' to battle with us Take that monkey
so raw Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your soul on So gone, strode strong through your lawn 'til the dawn Tell you mom, name another real as John, kill a song
video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new
know she so tired But oooh she on fire Hundred dollar bill, look at you look at you A hundred dollar bills, this ain't new this ain't new From that paris
Duke If you that strong about it, then come see Duke Find out what this glock, or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We
can't hold us down no mo' [Slim Chance] It's Ms. Slim Chance, I'm going for the crowd and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand
[Chorus] Too many niggas, trying to take me off of my game Just a nigga from the hood, that's looks some good Now they all want to to jock my fame When
plenty fast restaurants by cum and by egg and laid low into creature then cast out in the one cold of all names, this song is about disabowed sperm
hear the whole crowd on they two feet As I go through new beats, I'm running through MC's Nigga please you dizzy, you can't take me You stumble through
my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song
waiting) [Tupac] Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa some love makin' and homecookin' i'll see ya later It don't take alot to
my name up Now my homies in tha backstreets Tha blackstreets They fear me when they rollin in they phat jeeps This ain't just a rap song A black song
send ends to the defendant I know that statement's true, I wear it like a pendant I know you'll hear this song and so I think it's funny the name is _______ ______,
rebel song Let the bells ring out Let the bells ring out Is there nothing left? Is there, is there nothing? Is there nothing left? Is honesty what you want? A generation without name
