you've got too much cash Better call, call the law When you gonna turn yourself in? Yeah You're a politician Don't become one of Hitler's children Bonzo
you've got too much cash Better call, call the law When you gonna turn yourself in? Yeah You're a politician Don't become one of Hitler's children
floss The world was our burrito So we got married, And we bought us a house And had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly Oh we were so very, very, very happy
tonight then how the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee rudolph the red nosed reindeer you'll go down in history frosty the snowman was a jolly happy
good things Joy, glad tidings Share love Giving all you have this day Lets the world know you care And you will be there to share love Families all around Children are happy
Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie think before you shoot Murderah where will our children go When there's no place safe where they
up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Just to say "RIP" Bizzy Bone My Father and Grandfather, so happy
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
the ho took me to court and say she want do Now the bitch has got the people in my business They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You
' all the children, comin' to ya straight from Cleveland We got it all for you, yeah, freely spoken, thugs in motion Thug devotion Blessin' all the children, God bless all his children
And they laughed through the smoke and the smell Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane Past the jail, and down behind the Fountain Those were happy
bat in his hand He?s looking for his father and he doesn?t understand 'Cause dad?s too busy, got some deals on the way His son sits alone as the children
Because I'm happy to be sad I want it all, I want it bad Oh, oh, it's what I know A vintage year for pop I hear The middle of the end is near Let's go
I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating
name Raining pain, distorted face, placing blame Hyper judging all the time Lost my mind on the train, running from the insane Children taught to blow
need And I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace Santa Claus won't make me happy