Teksty:
Song For Anna

wrong And I come running When you want me here And when you want me to I disappear, Judy I knew if I made it easy for you You'd settle for me Yeah,

hit the joint hard Oh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more Cutlass is 4 door, stash for the 4 4 Smokes 144, what dem O's go for Like ohh 350 1 more,

't say it) female Shabba Ranks lookin' girl, Inch lookin' girl, Tall lookin girl, Look like you play ball lookin' girl, Eat the cake, eat the cake Anna

me in my eyes and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga {Juicy J} (background mixed through various parts of whole song) drop em in

My Level and Bring It On We Ghetto And We The Misses Defeatin You Stupid Bitches You Down In These Dirty Ditches We Attackin Up On This Song [Diamond

I don't belong In the midst of helter skelter, I just can't find no shelter for The Wolf Oh, no no I keep on writing my songs to sing, along this two

[Slug] (I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton And Motley Crue And anyone else who has

you have-a no got Sophia Loren. Don't be ashamed, don't be ashamed. Bella, bella, atsa means-a cute. Vesta, Vesta, atsa motor scoot. And if you in a nice-a mood for

Frankie?s gone Daddy has figured out by now She?s long gone To a town She?d heard in song on the radio Years ago On a bus Frankie offers a last cigarette