blond out, Madonna style like a virgin Splurging, Dom P., Rose much foreplay that's my forte Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death She looking for a man, honey he
in the holster Kim let's go! Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna Here
man he living there still Well, here's another place you can be Listen to me Fixing a hole in the ocean Trying to make a dovetail joint, yeah Looking
when you start to run Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky He ain't nothin', girl, you know Rappers who freestyle forever Can't afford to buy a
now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure Dreams
Big Kenny] Somebody's Smilin' On Me Somebody's Smilin' On Me Somebody's Smilin' On Me Count your blessings, can't you see? He's smilin' on you - and smilin
, can't you see? He's smilin' on you, He's smilin' on me Somebody's smilin' on me Somebody's smilin' on me Somebody's smilin' on me Count your blessings
boy lost He takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery He likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's
[Cass the Hustla] Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body You a disgrace who wrote your
it's fraudulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man, Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a
never did a thang I'm GOD's chosen He put me in a rolls And keeps my wrist frozen Never brown nosin' Like an explosin' I cause a comotion Spit the
my cousin I acted like he wasn't, but junkies come a dime a dozen I've seen the needle and the damage done A syringe in the vein is like a loaded gun
? I have the reoccurring dream of a life?s imprisonment The reoccurring scream of a world and it?s residents The reoccurring theme of a mind full of
that Madonna she sure can move By the time Paul McCartney's microphone had failed yeah, we are all well into the Live Aid groove Paul McCartney, he sang... Which must have been a
's a new Jerusalem Hey, you built on rock that's on sand For now you have hijacked the son Last time I checked he came To light the lamp for everyone "Relax love" He
his female fashions and his working class mustache Now, the last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get A woman's education but he's not a woman