the point in holding on to fading memories when they just rot away with time and sour with the years? Time crushes us and nothing gold can stay, whether it
time To what I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know But here goes nothing When I'm alone in my room
] - Hurry up are you ready let's go let's get rebellious We don't care what other people say it is our business Tell me where you wanna go because the
it happen, dumber than a Hummer With my man Trife Jigga Only boney girls with nice figures, ridin' dat digga Whole figures, platinum with gold diggers So what's it
all up on my jock not packing too much meat so I stuff it with a sock remember the first line yeah I said I had a little cock im a wigga so go figure
big and her nigga had a little one I didn't fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun I know you stop and wonder just what it is It's the California
the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make your heels go click Three times, it
go And I bet my life won't one say no Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan I ain't tripping, you can play it again Don't fight the feeling, life is me
be weak Yeah baby that's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable, I got taps It started burning
's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable, I got taxed It started burning up, why it's smoking
It's over before it starts, oh, don't you know So on your marks, stand by, ready, go From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo I see visions of her,
I just explode Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home Put down the microphone and leave it alone Turn off my phone Because it's bullshit the way it
hold on don't bust, do it on my lip like a milk ad Dre: comptons in that ass Eminem: it's all about dre Eminem: it's all about dre, ahh ahh Dre: you wanna
You're leavin' me alone with my broken heart So take my little golden band from your hand My little band of gold means nothing to you To me, it meant
now, you know We're so alone and life is brief We pointed out the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more
haha But it was hard, 'cause rhymes don't pay the rent And uhh, it was funny how I copped out I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
, you know We're so alone And life is brief We pointed out the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought that it was nothing