re not liked How long till you break? You're happy 'cause you smile But how much can you fake? An ordinary boy, an ordinary name But ordinary's just not
not enough answers Life's a bitch, you take your chances Too many questions, and not enough answers Life's a bitch, you take your chances Too many questions, and not
I swung But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung See an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl No I'm not a wife beater, no I'm not
pay you enough to do that boy You sold us out Some things you don't sell You sold us out They don't pay you enough to do that boy You sold us out Too
forty six Maybe when I'm thirty, maybe the next time I see you We will have our universe for the first time, again Rings around our sweet friendship
my defiance The enlightened titan might win I'll see the symbols at libraries and schools Lodges, churches and temples It be fighting for peace Got me mad enough
your friend there For the 90's and beyond, finesse is in there If your moms is in our business, put the lady down! Cause it's enough finesse to go around
's a black Sunday Check it out Like to say whassup to my whole herd Like to say rest in peace to my man [unverified] And rest in peace to my man, juice
a lady dressed in black In a motorcade of cadillacs Daddy?s not coming back Our hearts begin to fall And our stability grows weak But Jesus meets our
swear to God, you take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough answers! Life's a bitch! You take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough
not well enough to keep em from us The ones that were Fightin in class Who might not pass Rap record pressured the laugh in a life not fast Can you feel
(Ladies and Gentlemen... Cee-Lo) Peace How y'all feel out there That's cool Alright You know, sometimes I wanna rap Sometimes I wanna sing, you know
everyone you see is an illusion Cloud of smoke C'mon You are a cloud as well It's all about how long the smoke last [Verse 1:] There was a lady who done
(feat. 5 Ela, Jay Dee) All of y'all, is on our diiiiiiiiiicks Stop ridiiiin, you might get penetrated And I'd sho' hate it, if you end up impregnated
mercy Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul, a God A God save our souls Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul soul soul Soul survivor
Chorus:] Technicians! Owoh! Owoh! Owoh! Others ain't got a clue, They comin' through, Suspicion. We do, The Shit, We do, 'Cause if you not with the crew, Converting you is our
The Big Bopper). Don McClain wrote the song "American Pie" about this tragedy.) "American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark." "Ask not