know Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from
, as a result of my son common touring the world Pops has acquired a wonderful extended family from around the globe He has returned with positive messages to my earlobes From all my children From
muthaf-cking enemies Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music) 10 bitches and they dime so it's Tennessee Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze Presidential
I've been on all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off thats game b-tch aint sh-t nudies? and some J six where I'm from it's cold and n-ggas
more We need to communicate and start listenin' more Baby from experience, I've been through it before I found the message in a bottle washed up on the shore Signed from
{"sirius" by alan parsons project plays in the background.. Better known to some as "introducing your chicago bulls" music} [p. diddy
Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin' gully until I'm froze
huh-huh.. [Beav] Me-heh-heh, me-heh-heh.. he-heh.. heh.. {*music cues flashback*} {*knocking at the door*} [Run] Yo who dat? [Butt] Uhh.. we're like, from
[Music: Adams / Harrington / Esquivel] [Lyrics: Esquivel] They're mislead by authority And they're guinea pigs with dignity With everlasting memories
gone off that dank I like green do-do with no seeds I wear cardio I threw away my Roley You know me I keep rollin up the block rocks Frozen in my watch
But he's where you can find him when it's said and done And we will sing this song On July, the fourth From the sunny South and the frozen North This
door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from
clothes so I'm wearing them If you didn't know, well I'm from the 'Burgh Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm I smoke herb, and I make music I don
me When I couldn't feel, I didn't know just what was real When I couldn't hear, you're the music to my ears Girl I was running from love You made me
poet From the thirteenth century And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from
Music & Lyrics by P. Wagner The clouds have prepared for rain and storm. The chill of the wind has frozen all the pain. I know in my room it's dry and
box. When they found a way against decay, till then I'm this block of frozen fire, in this iceland sleeps desire, frozen fire, a blue flame beneath the wire, I'm frozen