talking I was to busy picturing you dead. (x2) (... I thought you would be and everything you thought I thought before it and everything You were up-beat I was thinking that but i
Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock Jocking On Them Haterz Man When I Do Dat Soulja Boy I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Thang (Now You) I'm Jocking On Yo xxxxx
1,460 pages left to read There will be time to celebrate, when we graduate To think about how happy I was before I came, Running out of every room I
I'll pull my jeans below my waist, And give yo tounge a sour sour taste. Not of this drink, but of my skeet, Now watch me alternate my feet. (Chorus)
t you know that you're toxic Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready now Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I
She left us, now the roads open two new billboards Watch the windows pass, the old ones by She left us, switch your lanes without checking the rear view
There comes a time in every mans life when he grows hair where it used to be bare I know you're feeling weird, but you should be happy You don't have
mean you're alive. Don't worry bout me, and who I fire I get what I desire, it's my empire And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy
mean you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water
When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the
' but a people's jam It's DJ Run, DMC rockin' without a band Now I walked on ice and never fell I spend my time in a plush hotel I stood on many stages
bitch I school The others travel from the little gun force one's See my rocket's set, speak my name and I cock it wet How can I forget see the game
Mack Mittens Don't make me raise up and put my hands on you [Unverified] a house sellin' raids nigga I'll put my grams on you [unverified] Man, I'm
I'm down for my set I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (Who these niggaz think they are?) (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar, [Incomprehensible]) I
knees weak. I'm in my caddilac, chillin like a fat mac, Smokin on a fat sac, drinkin on a pint of 'yac. I pick up my car phone 'cause a freak beeped,
tell a friend I been a waitin' for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
