Such a star they say I'm a Star Spangle B-b-banner, I am the rap Hannah M-m-montana, so fix your antenna I keep three ho's but don't call me Santa And
own name in the stars Just goes to show sometimes you win No matter ho crazy you are But a thief can come knocking Even with blood on the door And drink
you loose control homie youse a ho Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do Real g's keep they life on cruise control When the police kick door
a warning last semester, told my mom and that depressed her, promised dad I won't be late, so gotta accelerate, let's go! Ran out the front door
nuts 'cos they're teddy, teddy One and the two and the three and the four Take your macho shit, and please be leaving by the door We kick up the land
ranch Took all my land, left me with a branch That's how I feel about the loving that I had That's I know about the girls he had Bring her to my door
, blah, blah Aw Another day, same couch rib cushions my feet pop tart and milk great 'fridge' got nothing to eat love left me for money she's a ho
? Brighter than the moonlight Can shine your light for two All these feelings in my heart for you Glow, yeah, yeah, ho I landed somewhere in the future Behind the door
floor Wild out till the security hit the door, I'm dirty Gorilla paws, bang sugar walls Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg I told my man Snoop, she salmonilla Got a ho
Saskatchewan. 'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door
, hot house, luch box, wishbone, door knob, pass key, choke hold, widow, true love, true love, true love lay off heave ho learn to hobo! true love is
That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit Come on man, I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes man Open the door
Now, imagine a bunch of rowdy pirates -- the buccaneer type, not software -- chanting the Chorus.] [Chorus] Yo ho ho, and a thousand trucks Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho
apealin', hyperspace With mic in place We was off Breathin' frost in the void Thinkin' what if we are lost Ha, entertaining ignorant thought Land ho
trigger And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas [Incomp.] regulations in the game, never snitch Never sang soprano, wild gravy, bustin' kilograms, goin' platinum Door
Sunny days Birds singin' sweet soundin' songs of love (That's so pretty girl) As we walk hand in hand Just kickin' up sand As the ocean lands at our
't get into something that would close the door If it's right, it's all right for you now And if it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho Any night