I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I?
I am P.O.S. I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape From that life I?m tryin? to separate But I guess I
feel Oh, yeah I wanna feel you next to me Time after time when I'm feeling low Something inside of me, let's me know It's alright, love's on my side
M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain't nuthin' but cheese Caribbean seas, Malibu breeze Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens
P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your
cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin to make
Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that still got more for Tamara Pusha's
T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
for thirty, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave. shoppin' when she not, coppin' bricks of that shit She hoppin' on dicks, ridin' Pony's who trick At my man's
Booyaka. Booyaka.... 6-1-9. Booyaka. Booyaka.... That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 6-1-9 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka
' P.O.D. My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded So high, so high am I Reefer and blunts is all that's needed So high, so high am I My nigga, let's get P.O.D
ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the thuggish ruggish bone It's the
it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton Yeah~! [Chorus:] [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality {"Testify!"} [S.P
k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend
'm in a daze J-Bar Soulja Boy Tell'em SOD Money game Southern Smoke Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze there's money
lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with the further i go down south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don
, yay Will you be my G.I. Joe? In the boot camp of my soul In my boots I've dugged a hole And see I'm a P.O.W. whore Bow my head and salute the crowd
It's a wicked world that we live in It's cruel and unforgiving It's a wicked world that we live in It's cruel and unforgiving Knock, knock, knock,
