don't wanna have to send a nigga home Lord, please take me home, come and take me home Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember Take, take me home
night We really make love x2 Wish: On the way to my hunnies Leavin' tha club and I'm off that henney baby Hope a nigga understand that a nigga got a
's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home -Chorus- -Phil Collins- So take, take me home, Cause I dont remember, Take, take me
's all about perfect timin', feel me It's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this These playa haters got me pissed, bitch But let me
and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a
mom, I'm a bastard Now ask her, how does it feel to be a smasher Me plus me with a strap, that's disaster For anybody protectin' the shit that I'm after
dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me And with his help, my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me
feds want my motherfucking head on a gilatine, aint like a motherfucker scared though, id rather die then for me to be alive and be relying on the next man to front a
this corrupt lifestyle But my heart pumps foul blood through my arteries And I can't turn it back It's a part of me, too late for cryin', I'm a grown
an ordinary day She's doin' time from nine to five, the hours waste away There's no escape, she's a part of the big machine But she's a slave to the
out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak (SP) Shit I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug
chill with her On a rise no lie Go against me and die Baby gated like a hive On the side of me with a nine Believe me This shit makes circumstances much
for ??????? Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise But that itty bitty part
Jones'. Put on the kettle to make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovy Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovy It'
a position for you Sorry Smithers Jones Put on the kettle and make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovy Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part
won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball Damn y'all, can a n**** spend a mill For a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris
P.O.P. protect our president A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands The secret service should bring the ghetto in For example, I start up a dot com For terrorism, a
