I'm sorry that I can't flaunt the fortune and fame But when it comes to the Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed) Verse Two: Coolio Ain't a damn thing changed
the manger where he lay A's for all he stands for, S means shepherds came And that's why there's a Christmas Day That's why there's a Christmas Day
F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correctly F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's the way we do it when we do it correct F-M-S-T-A-T-I-C That's
mizugi to T-shirt tsumekonde passport to tonikaku video wa wasurezu ni kitto tabun ima no uchi matomete yasumi wa tori-mashou V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N jibun
Do You Think That She Bought It? The Message's Clear Like Crystal I Saw A Ripple On Her Eyelid She Is Like A Tiger, Looking At A Bloody Peace Of Meat I Don't
Up, Tailor-Made Suit And A Tie From Giorgio Armani, He's Striding With A Smile He Is Overjoyed, Swelled With Loftiness As He Bites The End Of A Large
Now You've Heard A Tale Been Told It's Up To You, Could This Be True
are they? Chorus: But the knowledgable gypsy knows It's ridiculous to throw a fit That's the way things are When they pay to see a star He: But...
never stray On a never gone Of a never day When the green dollar fits On the silver money tree That old money tree Oh, yeah! A granite lake And a cotton
There when I need him That's all that matters There when I'm fed up Holding my head up When everything shatters Someone to lean on Really rely on A shoulder
the ride? You're a payin' patron So is it hot enough for you? Since you're a customer You're entitled to be satisfied Yeah! All right! Oh, wow! Take a
I Guess I'll Be Fine. The Rain Will Be My Holy Wine. No One Here Can See. Perhaps This Pain Is Meant For Me? Maybe I'm Wrong. But I Never Wander Off Again
Instrumentals reverse vocals at ending: We've gotta get out of this wicked place You said the words with fear on your face... (hard to hear)
the crickets and go shove 'em, urban crises, how I love 'em! Grime and grit and pretty city lights. Walking lanes to pick a daisy, that could drive a
Wrinkled Bitch!" Using Her Sons To Get More Money. Genius? Maybe Creative? Its's Cheap But We Don't Care 'cause' We're Stuck Inside. A World Of Imaginary
What do you suppose it is that's mine and his What would you call that? I would call it something mystical if I believed in all that Just the same I know when I enter a
never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. Ice-T
I won't need much Just my own space A little time With my own thoughts And my own space Some place to run Some place to hide Where there is no one else
