And I'm in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway I'm in the strip club almost every Friday Kats is cornballs
and kill the envious moon BOYS Who is already sick and pale with grief BOY 1 (LUCAS?) That thou her maid art far more fair than she BOY 2 Be
. HAPGOOD: All right, Georgie. GEORGE: Thank you, George. HAPGOOD: Thank you. Now when we were a child, that is, when you were a child, a boy - you were a boy
[Kurupt] It's Friday [Don Cisco] Oye? [Frost] Yeah, yeah, Frost Don Cisco, Soopafly, Kurupt... [Don Cisco] Fred Wreck waz up, boy? (Next Friday) This
THE SKY AND HE HEARD A VOICE REPLY (CHORUS 2X) (BAY-C) IT WAS EARLY SUNDAY MORNING ME GET UP A WATCH THE NEWS THEN ME HEAR SEH FRIDAY A SEAVIEW DEM KILL
stop Only a boy, plans of his own Leavin' his home, knows where he's goin' Only a boy, only a boy, only a boy, only a boy
Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for their first row You want to go to meet your pals, but
one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick 'Cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell to them pigs Ask my little homey, Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy
at'cha boy quick cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs Ask my little homey Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG The
enough Gettin' cold, I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track I'd kill to leave
Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha [Chorus CJ (Pastor Troy)] (Oooooooh) Baby what' your name? (Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy
Steal You Shittin Me, We Stand On Corners And Cus, We Hell To Much, We Killa Wit Guts Automatic No Clutch, Proper Boy Thats Me Click, I Dont Care Who
Christmas Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch Since day one man your boy
soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Look look! Gander gander! Its the young boy from the land of Lambda! The Land of Lincoln , the Grand Theft Auto Chicago warn all the mics that he hardcore
Gettin' cold I've been told Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track I'd kill to leave it but ain't no
a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop