from everything. Now did you catch that look in his eye? It should have made you think this; that he can take us to the sky. To a place with the sweetest air
distraction from everything. Now did you catch that look in his eye? It should have made you think this; that he can take us to the sky. To a place with the sweetest air
, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, She just looked at me like a cow looks At an oncoming train And she leaned right down next
This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line Yo, this is Big Tracy and I don't give a fuck, nigga Give
X Clan take this Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first time She was try na two time me and there was this black girl At our
s on) O-o-on (on), o-o-on (on) [Verse 2 - Bun B] We in the dressing room posted Drinks in the air get toasted, sweets in the air get roasted Promoters
time of year Bells will be ringin?, our hearts are singin? Well, I?m glad it?s Christmas time once again The city?s lit up bright on this starry night
happened I think about home boys I speak to one day Next day they catch 50 60 years maybe even rest in peace You know what I'm saying but check this
This is for the ladies All the ladies all around the world This is for the ladies This is dedicated now to every single girl This is for the ladies All
as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric (This fucker's rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit
the Kane I drained the last brain Speak like Oprah, attack like a cobra Turn your whole year into a 'Red October' Lyrics are sweet like struddel, at the same time
a blunt Post in the window, blowin' tha indo Post with my kinfolk Post in the cut [Verse 2] Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E.
alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago After Midnight. [Billy Flynn] This all took place in Lesurevelt? lncredible. All right. Thanks. They just arrest this
walls blue sky and clean air Where the eagle glides high above the canyons And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow This
time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat Get over it Get over it All this
s been greased... Stick to priest! (spoken) Now then, this might be a little bit stringy, but then of course it's... fiddle player! TODD: No, this isn
place to be. Crowds of people, lots of noise. It's music to my ears. Now your tons of fun has just begun. The best time you'll have this year. Round