bankrupt, now ya overdosed Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats How you gon come with that nonsense like it's all good? Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even
cold Why is Hennessy the only thing that warm my soul Into the belly of the beast, I watch the hood cry Gangsters bangin out I'm seein good niggaz die
We reading from the book of hush, today Verse sixty-nine, come on somebody, come on somebody Good to see all of you came out this morning Even though
follow on up we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck all that shit, all that shit is good and everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range
to Jim Seh dem tekin' him in Jim tell him fi leggo a him For him nah do nutt'n And 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n Jim start to wriggle De police start
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with
incredible That I'm even still awake? Still alive, still I take Poison that debilitates Fuck a little line We can go ahead and kill a K Livin' in the killer's state Maybe that's a good
, prostate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good,
the topic Cause I'll be damned if you ain't I'll empty in your pockets Shake you like gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero Akinyele put one in your belly
's cold as hell the wind smells like disaster The moon is full of gravity Pulls the plaster off my face Finally, I go up to an aster Faster than even
met in his other role Paul is a comedian with a unique point of view and commentary And in this capacity, ladies and gentlemen Please welcome with me to the stage, my good
Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans Tight on the top with a belly button ring A little tattoo somewhere in between she only shows to me Yeah we
hoping To break even again You take these things with you You take 'em to the heart But take nothing for granted Well, there's a good place to start
The sun is comin' up over the hill... Or maybe it's not I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face That isn't the blood And my tears are turnin
The sun was comin' up over the hill Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood And my tears are turnin'
get rough with'er 'cause I can do it anyway you like Only catch is you can't stay the night Wake up, fix your hair and your make-up We make a good couple
. Some of the things that I said I hated to say, But blame yourself mother fucker you made it this way. I don't think I would even if I was able to stay
it's crap for her she's met Keith Carol Dodds ahooo's in a whirl She thinks Keith is good But I knew he would leave herrrrrrrrr She is getting fat her belly