I wanted to be a soprano But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand And grand pianos in a band make money darling And so each afternoon when I come home from school
bout the show business shit I know what this is, bitch [Chorus] [Xzibit] This ain't business, this is personal BITCH You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school
arrow Oh they mad cause I shine like Jamal Barrow? And they say I'm so proud but I'm like вЂI know' I do this thing nobly like mono Ten (anno?) Grand like piano
. Oh they mad cause I Shyne like Jamal Barrow? And they say I?m so proud, but I?m like, I know. I do this thing nobly like Manu. Ten I know, grand like piano
Well I'm a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking
Do you remember when you where 7? And the only thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play the piano Ten years have passed And
Pal Studio, Cucamonga, CA c. 1963 FZ-vocals, piano, bass, drums] Charva, I loved you I loved you through and through I loved you since in grammar school
the shutters. Give me my turkey pass traiding chop sticks with the hooligans, Snakes are in a submerian, I'll never go to school again. I stole you
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say... Chorus Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school
Apache ANGEL SOTO Angel Soto FRENCHY CORDERO Frenchy Cordero BABU CHARLIE CRUZ Babu Charlie Cruz SALVADOR Your features blurred in every grainy photo And fading headline of the Daily News Wiltwyck School
2 me, U can't learn it in school [Chorus:] Let's get funky, yeah! Get it on, right on! Everyday! Morris on the organ, a-gettin' real funky Tommy on piano
Dave are to take a percentages that Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano
thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
pack it all up, get on a bus and move to vermont or maine, or any of those states back east that i remember sometimes i wanna go back to school to an
the one baby I loved you so I gotta Give you up what I'm tryna say is I... (Gotta let you go) {Gotta... Let You Go Listen! } [Bridge:] Walkin' in school
the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano
