? (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again)
like that little nigga Dream No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5
all mighty, Olivia Newton John got married, Sally Field got married, Jamie-Lee Curtis got married, it was like last call at a singles bar. Olivia Newton John
monster music And still I Cosa Nostra Big roaster, skin cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of
8,12 San Pietro, Roma, 29 marzo 1987 Do not be afraid. Do not be satisfied with mediocrity. Put out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch. Luca 5
e, mentendo, diranno ogni sorta di male contro di voi a causa mia. Rallegratevi ed esultate, perche grande e la vostra ricompensa nei cieli. ? Matteo 5
perky But little did I know that the chick had herpes Tried to kiss me in my sleep I got up and screamed Chick had a cold sore that looked like John
and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John
on my cap 501's on my leg Polo men on my tee Jordan aint no kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.
Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy, the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leavin
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
Can?t be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes Fresh cars and all that dope Baseheads keep the trade alive Nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybody
same cup, They drink I'm doin' time, how long I don't know. William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. John had only one, watch the
The KLF - Chill Out ------------------- By: Mario Moeller (moeller@mundil.cs.mu.oz.au) CHILL OUT - JAMS LP 5
this song So you know who you are, you know you were wrong No, I was not in that porn 'On Golden Blonde' Got it going on, more James Bond than Sean John
definitely ready to spread them hips, psst ohh Shit stink you seen me in the lex so sick with the beat dude Talk shit and quick with the heat too John
be strapped I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back These days, you gotta be down Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound Everyday, the 4, 5 stays
when Tupac was murdered in Vegas he said that he predicted his own death let us never forget it should we ever live to regret it like the day that John
