kinda nigga is you (I don't know) (?) We went from peanut butter in Benton To Tech N9ne really spittin' Went from the Jackson Five To George
I felt so far off from the ground I stood on. My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings My head was high up in the sky My skin the sun began to fry
I called on your love And your love came to me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Through my life, I've seen gray sky met big fry Seen them die
Pao Buckaroos (Little Jimmy Dickens, Whisperin' Bill Anderson, Brad Paisley,and Vince Gill) Brad: Where's George Bill: George Who Brad: Jones Bill: George
Stands for me, cause I'm the Only mc with an original rap style You disagree, you get put on the scrap pile So stay off the set, with george and jet-son
chicks Just leavin' the disco, me and my man from the Knicks Oak Dog, later on because they live in the Bricks Jumped on the George Washington and Now
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) Chipped beef, such a treat, one jar of dried beef Two cups of whole milk, one tablespoon of cornstarch Two tablespoons
LILY OF THE VALLEY WRITERS CHARLES WILLIAM FRY, WILL S. HAYS I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me, He's the fairest of ten thousand
definitely and effect Chilly Powdah in the house, Sonya C is in the house Marvis Banks is in the house, Rock D's in the house My boy King George in the house, Daniel Fry
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[Ill Bill] I eat politicians for breakfast Till infinity it's endless Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it Presidents, Supreme Court Justices
kinda nigga is you (I don't know) [?] We went from peanut butter in Benton To Tech N9ne really spittin' Went from the Jackson Five To George Clinton
avec un Nounchakou artisanal Y?a que les montagnes qui se recontrent pas A La pompe a essence d?Ivry Conduite en etat d?ivresse sur le son, Mafia K?1 Fry
?inspire est formel C?est la spirale infernale, qui m?aspire a faire mal au micro, Je suis fort man, j?ai debute comme Mike Tyson, Compte durer comme Georges
93 Studio BGs gets no L O V To the east i'm feelin hap Was the hap white black As I get funky then a jit jack Then George Clint jock's rap So bitches
try? What was preached, what we reached when we touched the sky Or is it just a fuckin' lie? So many funerals, I can't even fuckin' cry Just get drunk and smoke, let my brains fry
me for a sucker, boy All corn-fed Next thing I knew She had a bolt on the door Advance romance I can't use it no more She took George's watch Like they