Wassup shorty where you goin' all fuckin' shy tonight? Man young money and cash money got a fire show Well, then that's why the whole neighborhood bird
Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya
I'ma Put Some D's On That Bitch And These Hoes Starting To Get Like Fleas On My Shit Have You Seen HER? WHO? Nina She's On My Hip Yellow White Diamonds
on, dream on, dream on Dream until the dream come true Dream on, dream on, dream on Dream until your dreams come true Yeah, dream on, dream on, dream on Dream on
, party till the break of dawn Gotta getcha boogie on [VERSE1:] Now get your bounce on baby, get your mack on baby Chickens by the pool, gettin' their tan on
tantric mantra talkin' don't move me. I don'tn need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip. I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on
the time when you were seventeen. The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, 'Cos now money is your melody. Looks like Temptation's got a hold on
?s the head of the Revolution of China. No, I?m sorry. He marched 6000 people?on the Long March. I had my mind on something else. Okay then, wha
"Speed of the Sound of Loneliness", Alabama 3 (A3) [Everybody gotta run sometime] Come home late, come home early Come home big when I'm feelin' small
Last train to Mashville Girl, you got on board Packed up your medicines, left without a word Now you're strung out in Suburbia, waiting for that call
, The light never shines, I can't see my Bible, So dark is the night, I'm waiting for letters, That never get sent, All my brothers and sister, On the
Woke Up This Morning 5:14 Trk 3 A3 Vocals: The Very Rev. Dr. D. Wayne Love (Jake Black) First Minister of The Church of Presleyterian The Divine
mens ,lovin womens ,lovin all God's creatures Step Ten Your divestments complete, I may or may not be turned on by you. Step Eleven If I am turned on
s just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. (Let that light shine awhile, Grand old oprie lights are on, Hank Williams on the juke box
to church. You drank the wine but it tastes like water. You broke the bread but it had turned to stone. Your sacrement it lay scattered on the pavement
In that morning I want to be walking, yeah I want to be walking on I want to be walking on to glory On line of the horizon I can see City lights shining
[Hook (2X):] Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Get down, get down on ya knees like
feet on the ground Wake up early, 'round seven thirty House keeping knockin' on my door Do not disturb sign, the back of her mind I must have left it on