yeah resonate Chorus: C'mon c'mon I put the ball in balla I made it resonate I put the pop in these girls and made 'em shake I put the b in the game
(b. walker, j. harte, j. fincher, d. child, s. plunkett) You know I love you and I've done the best I can, And I tried to be everything you wanted, And
Plan A: Take, knife, cut deep Plan B: Take gun, blow off your skull Hesitation wounds No you couldn't follow through Plan C: Take rope place around
write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper C
Bad Azz is puttin' it down (Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) Never pause on my feet, I'm D P G, L B C, me and B A D Low ridin' and Navigators foe the haters
swerve on like D.U.I. True lies between two thighs, no shame in my game Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the Brain Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.
you mad vexed Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C. Yo the NC in Atlanta
, this is erotic poetry Now I'm the K I S S I N G B A N D I T E S H A M, is on the, M I C Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me
A E (bass E F# G# B C#) I wish you believed in life C#m B believed in fate A E (bass E F# G# B C#) believed you were lucky C#m B
A e (bass e f# g# b c#) I wish you believed in life C#m b Believed in fate A e (bass e f# g# b c#) Believed you were lucky C#m b And
or intelligence mere brainless creatures with no demonstrable sentience What makes us superior We did not do so great ourselves! A dying race, imprisoned in restricted shells C] Collision Course D
hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole
line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real O.G's at [
the answers 640 To 322 b.C. originates Greek philosophy But in that era Greece was at war With themselves and Persia, what's more Any philosopher at that time was a criminal He'd
's lies Truth to the youth is necessary Important? damn! I'd say very March! hut one hut two! C'mon, march! hut three hut four! I'd say just educate
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that fund c.d
because that feeling eventually Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d
a greasy bigmac Find me smoked out, ain't unlikely That's why my homies call me D the L-O-C You'll catch me at a party deep in O.C. Representin that