I hate watching football games, baseball is so fuckin' lame, TV sports they all suck shit, Howard Cosell is a wimp Chorus: I hate sports x4 I hate watching
Mister Hood [Chorus] Real nigga shit, fuck niggas Truth be told, I don't fuck with them Money my concern Hating is a germ Say she never did, well she
Well alright Turn me up I try to told em I try to told em I do it I do it For the Sport Oh yea Mo Money, Mo problems Just bring me the paper Yo Problems
ooh na na whats my name ooh na na whats my name [Chorus] ooh na na whats my name ooh na na whats my name ooh na na whats my name whats my name whats
I once knew a poet Lived before his time He and his dog, Spooner Listen while he'd rhyme Words to make you happy Words to make you cry Then one day the
The days drift by, they don't have names None of the streets here look the same There're so many quiet places And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces
By: jimmy buffett 1973 When I pay my bills Gonna leave these tennessee hills Take my lady to the sea That's where we both come from That's where we both
By: jimmy buffett 1973 Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty six dollars Spendin' it all on grass We
By: jimmy buffett, jerry jeff walker 1973 She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the trains She's a semi-good looker But the
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maris You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane And all they will call you will be deportees. Some of us are illega
Let the Monkey out (yo, yo) Let the Monkey out (yo, yo) Yo, yo, this Funk Doc Straight up, nigga, lay down No time to play now (uh ha) Brace be around
Uh-oh, yeah Uh-oh, yeah 1 - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up I don't want a girl I
when is you birds gonna learn that lemme is not hot can i have locked up bitch and gimme got shot man they got me on that bullshit that buy me this, i
Nada, Franchise Nada, Shot Callaz Yea, Sporty Thievez Nada A pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by My rimmed up blue red loose Spark wit five Her feet hurt
(Chorus) Passed from old to young wise to dumb Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from where I got my heart from Live by the gun then die by one
Yo question tell me what you know about me? Got the dice game nothing less than a G Got my own ride and got my own bread Even with the Chick Strap wearin
Roc A Bloc in dis muthafucka (Uh! Oh!) Sporty Theivz in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!) Pacewon in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!) Eyewitness in this muthafucka
Uh-oh, yeah Uh-oh, yeah 1 - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up I don't want a girl