let me take you to the motherfuckin' Southside City of the chrome, get shot up for standin' outside Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
a pina, butta, guts is a must drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine make me circle through the neighborhood
You walk and talk and move around in circles Your friends telling you, you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered
freed from hard ground The evenings mists that creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drown I'm the green man The green man Sol in prime sweet
running to you, Doing that thing you do, Everyone circled around, Watching as you get down, So this be Club Intergalactic, Lights just shine on dimes and prime
love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine She a dime and in her physical prime So every time
them they would have us ridin' in the back of the bus In handcuffs and other shackles, yo, check Mr. Bush Plant cocaine on me and call it operation push Our Prime
? He be popping like he using the K UDz, Urban I, another usual day You can see me on G street, twirling the kush Prime time, nigga, roll with the circle
's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime I got a lot of shit on my mind when I put it down I'm trying to put seven circles behind my dolla signs
, but the wheel of time turned to death, collapses all known aeons into dust. This the test - the circle of life - face the prime force. This is the
a heartbeat When your shadows wears my name On my isle of emptiness Leaving it my way, seems so long since I've been here Running the circle Counter
skin ... My god, the wrinkles!!!! Nanny-nan-nanny; had her made into a table lamp for me Because I needed light to shine But artificially From her prim
nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow I observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils Fertile circle
mommy marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime
This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring The prime directive selects reflective aviation Bathed in mood swing I'm broke, I know a walking
Watching Mrs. Brady prime the brand new Kenmore washer Beautiful the china, what a lovely cup and saucer see the brilliant gleam of the automatic tooth
Here we go again Hands making circles That you can't turn back again Sky turning purple At the funeral of a friend Who wasn't ready for the ending yet
in a race But slappin 5 cause a true rap cat in the place Blow the purple, If not baby walk like Hershel She can walk, run, long-jump, hurdle Just leave the circle