no funk cause y'all be the next in the long line of war stories [Chorus] [C-Bo] I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale Stackin loot
crawl Sometimes the hero takes me Sometimes I can't let go Hello, hello Stories for boys...stories for boys...stories for boys... Stories for boys...stories for boys...stories for boys... Stories for boys...stories
This time I die... Our love ruined by your malignance Broken shards of feelings are now just tainted memories left Beautiful dreams that I cherished
this time I die our love ruined by your malignance broken shards of feelings are now just tainted memories left beautiful dreams that I cherished now
(feat. Shi Shi) [Shi Shi] Shani [Shani] What? [Shi Shi] Tell me why I think Sean went out with another chick last night. [Shani] Wooooo! No he didn
(Written by Bjork) Today is the last day that I'm using words They've gone out, lost their meaning Don't function anymore Let's, let's, let's get unconscious
Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! [
Take a look at unselected cases You'll find love has been wrecked By both sides compromising Amounting to a disastrous effect You hear stories of old
getting harder, instead it's getting harder I thought my life would get easier, Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder... Without you My life's a book of short stories
from above Stories will be told, oh Until we're old Stories will be told Until the end of time Stories will be told Until we're old Stories will be
stories Don't come around telling me those Bedtime Stories Wanna hear your voice before I close my eyes But baby, you better think twice... Before you come around and tell me Bedtime stories
we this is all about you We are just the siphon the sounds come through This is for every life story Every chapter Every memory stored And photograph
The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh. The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas, and I lean from my
The shooter name is wayne, the victim didn't complain, she just screamed shoot again, I gave her extra rounds, my barrel twists around, I am mr shoot '
yet? ain't it funny how the rain keeps running down the windshield i'm still holding my doorkeys i should throw them in the backseat among the hard luck stories
Gainsbourg stories... les anges tout autour de toi Pour si t'es seul Man, in Heaven. Jusqu'ici on entend ta voix. Gainsbourg stories... une song, petite
Don't tell me hard luck stories And I won't tell you mine Don't tell me hard luck stories And I won't tell you mine. Every time you're feelin' fine Got
