projects, grindin' wit' that girl or tha poo Yo whole family ain't safe 'cause I'm killin' 'em too I put a hit on every nigga that's close to you Little
get irate Chorus (twice) B e b e b e b e Come on turn it into hate turn it into hate Send your little boys and girls to go and play
To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess She was singing that, 'It's Too Late', I agreed with that part For two English girls who had changed
and heard The sound of children screaming coming through the smoke And somethings burning somewhere Does anybody care? Oh it was the fire that made America famous, the sirens
One time I drove to see a girl across the country One night as I was driving through to Mexico I had the windows wide open, it was cold and I was crying
?t care You?re the kinda girl I dreamt about But I had to do without Now I?m simply ravenous I just need a little push, push Your mouth, it speaks to
sun goes down in my little town You don't need defenses In my little town where I come from In my little town you don't need a gun In my little town
Here they come down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and
I was swingin' on the swings when I was a little girl Tryin' to get a handle on the big, wide world When I noticed all the grass in the cracks in the
're lookin' for a girl with curly hair Turnin' up the music Just to block out the sirens Dance a little harder Dance a little harder, dance a little
sudden y'all exchanging numbers callin You don't think that nigga heard you ballin Fuck that I smell a rat And I can hear the gats click clack Along with the sirens
a dream In her head she could still hear the little kid's screams Leaning up against the dumpster to find some breath She could hear the sirens, now it
(yeah, yeah) And now all he does it sit around and sniff markers (hell yeah) This month her hair's a little darker While his keeps creeping back a little
Pager going off, the cell phones ringin' Al Green's playin' and I keep singin' Jeans creased up with the beat up Now I'm about to go pick this little
Otis: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. You only with it cause you
bat approach, a happy student a black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids
I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18. A hometown hottie she was good to go My little Cajun queen. She's as hot as good country
know that I am a fortunate girl To have known divine love The world is in shambles, I'm just a young girl But it's getting a little bit old to me I'