little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out My little head is so shot without you My little head
bad as shit Little cutie got skills like magic dust, her throat skills feels fabulous (Bling, oh shit) Nigga motherfucker feel like this an ambulance Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head
said Take every little bit of info Clogged up in your head Then play sane game Ream out your crowded brain You'll feel much better When you clear your head
Said, take every little bit of info clogged up in your head Then play sane game, ream out your crowded brain You?ll feel much better when you clear your head
you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight
, sick of waitin' in vain, tired of playin' the game Thinkin' of makin' a change, finally breakin' the chains Every phase, every happenin', craze When it's said and done, my head
the street ese Ora [Verse 1:] Im from the west coast bitch keep the record straight Got jumped back in 88 Gangbangin is my fate Change head with
High on, high on the little We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was No fun with no guilt feelings The sinners
peek then you must be drinking and smokin Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little
like an alien My seed must be spread I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds Then race to the egg and bring forth The arm leg leg arm head All you niggas out
dozens of loverless cousins; He's headed for, He's headed for, That pearly shore That pearly shore, That golden door, That golden door! The little sinner
passed and blast It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more My tear drops gettin' bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin' for Is it the miniature caskets, little
you must be drinking and smoking Pretending that you're loc'ing but you're broken Let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy
peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to lookin' but you're brokin' let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little
turn it into pottery Lottery... I give all a chance As I welcome all to the dance Angel (oh?), criminal (who?), animal (wha?), mineral And spiritual All sinners, all head
man, yeah, yeah Saint was a sinner, ain't he a winner? And did you hear him say "I didn't lie, I just misled"? It's all in the head Oh, ain't it funny, how little
little babes And a darling, loving wife; You are a bad man You mean old Stagolee. What do I care about your two little babes, Your darling loving
the day? He's gonna come back down to earth I hope you're gonna pray That you're with us Hmm, as we beam Him right up He's got a little place for me
