piece of her time Don?t know her name, she don?t know mine All I want is a piece of her time All I want is a piece of her time Don?t know her name,
I cant work it out What about us We?ll survive [chorus] See mama keeps wishing for a new kitchen She needs more space when she cooks her chicken Times are hard for her
(feat. Eminem, Kastro & Young Noble of the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a
asleep and that's the payback Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
You were screaming when I did Steady yelling out spots for me to hit And aww shit Soon as I seen her SAW US PLAYIN' HIDE THE WEINER Want a freak like
the highway, see ya later To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other
hot water simmer, friends turn bitter Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber, I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber Two bad chicks, that's a two piece
give something back For something they get." I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her
candy Winter times when my big girl come in handy Dress to impress and she so fly All my ladys say(owh)looking good tonight Got her own car pay her own
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin
?t believe it I, Forgot her bloody birthday card, She wont be a happy gal, Forgot her bloody birthday card, She?s gonna scream and yell, Forgot her
evidence It's over, she's gone for good Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye The last thing you
Oh, and ETHELL, ETHELL, ETHELL, like every little woman, she of course was very excited! She creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her.)
uh, connection in her past, in her childhood of something. Maybe her father didn't demonstrate enough uh, affection for her. It's a . . . Phyllis: Oh
a five-piece band He hangs it up above the jungle line The jungle line, the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time Floating, drifting on