we gotta map this shit out, son we can't just be runnin' them things... [Noreaga] Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2, and we just gonna do it on
prize, the invincible, untouchable CNN Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen Channel 10, we break ten, win again Kid you on Pluto, homo'd out just like menudo Far
this earth to my dismay. TIME TO PAY! Palms are sweaty im bout to vomit. I grabbed the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach. Again and again
grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack Well, it sounds like contestant number 2 Is just overflowing with sensitivity, Sharon, it's a tough choice so far
grab Your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack Well, it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing With sensitivity, Sharon, it's a tough choice so far
underwear and wedge it up your ass crack. Well it sounds like contestent #2 is just over flowing with senseativity, Sharon. It's a tuff choice so far
genders! We are...the mighty mystical, mythological, Dark mother fuckin' Carnival, BIIIAATCH!!! [Shaggy 2 Dope /w ad-libs by Violent J] I see you feelin' lonely again
Chorus Summer days I'll float downstream Wondering where the day has been Boats that sail away at night Come the day Have sailed far out of sight Reminiscing
is Skateland bound 5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like Thailand My man Diamond said no one can roll em like i can Damn once again its on the biatreces
hey yo listen here bro: (Chorus) Stay away from me Please stay far away from me Leave me by my lonely Just let me be Stay away from me Please stay far
like your career, your music And don't hold back Aaron, 'coz again these sessions are to extract the things that could possibly make you explode [Verse 2
I'm a gravedigga Machines felt the jigger from her hour-ass figure I heard this faint from the next grave To my surprise she arrived from the far side Hear the back again
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, 'cause we barbacuin' In a funky situation that's how we do it Chorus: Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again
[VERSE 1] Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class
shit when I come like bitchable hood shit I'm smoking bitches like a cigar we are them nigga be putting bitches in back of the kizar but so far I, pop
on is a few good men with big guns We can break Buddy Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Verse 2: Trick Daddy
whole squad Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid 3.2
are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club
