you Standing there with no clothes on And I suppose because there's beautiful girls in this town I'll stay here till I've chosen one I suppose life'
she know to swallow but not margaritas Body on point so I follow the leader Need more tequila so I swallow the liter How can the night get sweeter (cant) So I
! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look! look at this! I got
Since they made Music illegal But I'm hooked I got the habit I've got to have it I need to play But there's no Musicians anymore They're all gone Wait
you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin' got my snappin' like the rope hot I can be the player
to evacuate my bowels? Stewie Ok, ok I get it go on. Brian Well when I?m in my golden years, I?ll always look back on our association with fondness. I guess what I
make my bed Brush all my teeth Comb the hair on my head Eat all my breakfast My mom makes a fuss Then rush out the door Barely catching a bus Filling my
my heart [06:36.55]Oh, I wanna a commander of my love [06:40.65]I don't wanna a doctor for my lonely heartache [06:47.10]My heart bleeds - love
U-V dash S-K-I" Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Trés Fly. So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real! Well I
, na I guess I just lost my boyfriend I don't know where he went So I'm gonna spend my money I'm not gonna pay his rent I got a brand new attitude And I
I'm trapped like a [unverified] I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped? Can't you see I'm so confused? I can't get out Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified
My mama never really said much to me She was much too young and scared ta be Hell "Freud" might say that's what I need But all I really ever get is greed
?s no need to say Where we gonna end up cause I don?t give a fuck About life right now, cos I liked that cow She lied and I nearly went and wifed
the snare drums hittin', Trust me bruv this is one of my riddem's, My last day, I should be chillin', But I don't care I'm a dance all night, Dance so
another ex-wife I got a rock and roll house I got a rock and roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York
Hey Mr. Run new life and so much fun Hey Mr. Run in the end you got it done I was walking down the street that ev'rybody needs like a mellow sound someone
my car! That's my girl! I'ma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one I write rhymes for the fun of it But give me all my money or your gonna be
was the real shit [CHORUS] O.G. Original Gangster When I wrote about parties Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life