what they believe is wrong mediocrity is not a crime and everything is nothing when it's gone opinions heard but nothing learned when nobody cares a good
that what they believe is wrong mediocrity is not a crime and everything is nothing when it's gone opinions heard but nothing learned when nobody cares a good
wrong No more layin up in your arms No callin sayin you want me back I'm packing mah bags wat you think about dat? [Hook:] I stayed at home like a good
So baby just hold on Lil' momma just be strong Cause no one knew the war Would last us so long The rockets the red glare The bombs up in the air I'm
the front door." I can't be good no more, Once like I did before. I can't be good no more, baby, Honey, 'cause the world is goin' wrong. (?)Pack up my
as a mouse But on Saturday night they go from house to house You don't have to pay the usual admission If you're a cook, a waiter or a good musician
'll never lose chicago blues Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay We tried to be cool, yeah Flat tops up stove-pipes down Finding out the good stuff You never
days (Uh) I get crazy thoughts I just call her up and get blown away It takes loads off my shoulders Them funny chicks (Uh, yeah) They come up to my room Front
[Person 1:] Royalty [Eamon:] yea..ya this one of dem songs you can kick bak smoke a blunt nd get real fuked up [Person 1:] haha thas wha im talkin bout
Don't Front Yo, I Be In The Front Row Watch Your Wise Cracks Or I'll Be At Your Front Door And I Push Up On A Female Smoothly, In A Gl But Keep That On
me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch
talk a put I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up
yeah) Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh) A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah) And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh) Yeah,
Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front
let 'em burn like Earth shiver births, uh If there's any beef I come running like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up We take your
up while I starve Gained some cash and the ego now ya perpetrating like ya hard If you thinkin' you Pac i'm a wait in front of Quad Have my Kingston
eh eh eh). And though I'm hot (too too too). Together we burn it up. [Fabolous] The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice. The shawty come around, I clean up