But if Hollywood don't need you Honey I still do Last night I drove the truck to Amarillo Some friends and I we had a laugh or two But lately we don
is to be my dream is to be free The world see me lookin' in the mirror images of me gettin' much clearer dear self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul if I don
I menage and get massaged just to proof Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
the love of William Danze (Sho' nuff!) I am invaluable, to my niggaz cause they all rest there in thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN! Think of William when
turned into years Won't you please reconsider take me back in your heart For I don't want to live if we're gonna stay apart Now when you get this letter
No letter today I've waited since dawn I've waited each day since you have been gone No letter today all the days are so long oh why don't you write I
all haters reiterate the phrase again, 'Y'all haters' Who got chips and don't gotta sip, rollout wit' chicks, tell 'em hop in the whip [Kelis (Pharrell Williams
Foot Magic Foot Magic Foot WILLIAM Magic Foot Don?t go caput (spoken) Foot! ALL Magic Foot WILLIAM Magic Foot Write the goddamn letter ALL Magic Foot WILLIAM
, Don't Sweat, The Technique That's the end of the group Went off to solo. Dropped the R Then the 18th Letter, and I think, somethin' The Master Was
Recchion Lettering: Barrie Goshko Cover Computer Imaging: Cecil Juanarena, Insight Communications Management: Ted Gardner for Larrakin Management Booking Agent: Don
let her be Get your G's like five letters after the letter B Photocopy could possibly find a better me Hot like two letters after the letter C In the
Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
might be wantin to consider me a tomboy Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it Shit I got
name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills Williams
me you can see like I'm Pac When I step up on the set, I bet you won't forget I gotta fuckin flow for every letter of the alphabet If you know a bitch
(Tommy Connors/D. Vincent Williams) Up and off to work again, going through the motions I bet she tried to warn me and I didn't even notice 'Til I got