know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch You know that I'm a Taylor Dog So to the cops Cartoon George "which way'd he go?" Nigga I did blew 80 O's,
I might charge you a O or something I'm a let you hold it and you owe us nothing its the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin
I've seen picket fences And certain cowboy dances I've gone lining up for shows I've been safely placed in rows Sure I know how it goes Another day
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time Any fool can do it There ain't nothing to it Nobody knows how we got to The top of the hill But since
you go You never meet a soul that you don't already know One big advertisement for the status quo As if these celebrities were your close friends As if you knew how
You can play the game and you can act out the part Though you know it wasn't written for you But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart
what da fuck you niggas rhymin' about If Hip-Hop was a pussy I'll knock the linin' out Then I get low like they ride in da South yea I'm dirty I shine
brother trucker I keep seeing double Unless I close one eye And I've got to roll, roll, roll brother trucker Sure enough a shame 'bout the shape I'm
you should know If he asks me I will not lie I will not lie I will not lie I will not lie for you No, I won't lie for you Little girl, I won't lie for
If I could go down now While the whole town is sleeping See the sun creeping up on the hill I know the river and the railroad Would run through the valley
song I hope you can see for yourself Love must find you Love must find you a way I reckon I must be just an old softy 'cause I still believe in love I
I'm so glad that you're mine all mine Do you remember they used to call you Dapper Dan Way back when I was the killer and everybody's loving man Whole
slow. open wide. I did my time And it changed my mind I'm satisfied oh. I got so low down, fed up My god, I could hardly move Won't you come on, my brother
New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggaz know we deserve the props we get Ridin up in
a badge... how real is that? No matter what, ghetto life is still in my veins If you poverty-living, I know you feelin my pain I'm still sick in the
so I don't have to dream alone (Bridge) Someday, I don't know how, I hoe you'll hear my plea Someway, I don't know how, She'll bring her love to me (
:] Jesse, I won't cut fresh flowers for you Jesse, I won't make the wine cold for you Jesse, I won't change the sheets for you I won't put on cologne