whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world tour When we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so
gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions With no answers Cure for Cancer Cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to
'm bleeding And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me Will bring you back to me You're a dirty needle You're in my blood and there's no curing
I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to Got
when you're with me I still feel like I'm alone Standing on the corner No umbrella in the rain You're the reason that I'm hurting You're the cure for
I cured you once, you will live But you can't lead yourself on your own What did you hope to see inside (Everything) What can we fit between the lines
old trip, the same old trip as before He'll cut you down with a single thrust She's taking over too quickly No medication can cure the lost So say a
I'll say it doesn't concern me Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?" I said, what
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
Comfort me from a world where no one cares Where the words turn into cages and memories cut like glass I closed my eyes on you, I put the blames on myself
This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog
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money bitch and all I can sell I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell! I knew she was a snitch so I cut off her tongue Now happy with the
want you to piss in your underware, ok bud?" Sure, i'm pissin' now, it fuckin' tickles Jacobs dissin' again, I hear his giggles After I cut all my fingers
down for eight My other one just got found in a lake So I pour the Gin, down it straight 'Cause liquor's all that cures me When I'm in this here fucked
the B, the G, it ain't easy being me, so Break down the dank, roll it up with the quickness Pass me a lighter so I can cure my sickness How many hits
the dance, said He And I'll lead you all wherever you may be And I'll lead you all in the dance, said He I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
in his blood He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain Roadhouse corn done cut his