I'm looking for salvation A place where I can find peace, I don't know it's ever done to you. So many complications, everyday is something. I'm so confused
wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line
's all Uh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brown ah and my high yellow broad Uh and my dark skinned sis In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris
put it down yes Now chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields
something Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles No matter what you do Then Willie stopped singing And the prairie wind blew The green kept rolling on For miles and miles Fields
" Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris
mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that this real Nigga, we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010 how
set and now go A worldwide show Now here's the intro The torch is lit and now the gun is pointed Prepare for the world's best to be anointed On the field
t want anything [CHRIS] Hey, what's wrong with you? [KIM] I've not done this before [CHRIS] That can't be true! [KIM] Why would I lie? [CHRIS
people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ] ...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put
I caught a string full of fish down by the damn I'll drag them back to the field they should be dead by then Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho
'm on bud like Hux comma Rudy It's my duty to get loopy On the Buddha like it's bootie I smoke fields I cold cock craps I smoke peels Smoke Robe cough
-r fully automatic now whatch how act It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga When I'm drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka nigga Ask my nigga chris
Lennon look-alike, the mysterious, the unknown Comrade X. We are blessed tonight to be able to witness intercourse between a young man and his first love. Chris
all the trucks chris tucker black. the ashton white like ashton in a trucker hat. put my city on the map. ( i carry them) and keep bumb bitchies quiet
my man Big G in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow Yo, I got the medals in the war field
mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous Rout of the Fields
