a lump in my throat When she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone We used to be a happy pair when we first met But now her other lover's sendin
all the time that you've dedicated Summer's moon's on the fader Another seasonal perpetuator Cold calls of fall will make me drop it all Until we touch
blunts and how I lick it Or how I shot a nigga in the mug With the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug You couldn't tell me other word
?¦ 1200 hoboes? We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires and ride box-cars Town to town, we just write songs And plus we stay up
, they are barking The rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will weep We'll
to have a drink" I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low pitch Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch Now we searchin for
We went out last night Like we swore we wouldn't do Drank too much beer last night A lot more than we wanted to There were girls from Argentina and Arkansas
watch out! 'cause here we come, come, We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha We ain't finshed finished We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel -damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happenin -so what, we next or what? -nigga, we tryin
One -- you and I It's not a world of our own choosing We don'd decide where we are born This life is a battleground between right and wrong One way or other we
die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers had nothin' to live for like them lifers but Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We
me, my brother, and my mom and pops, Just standing on the porch we heard shots. Somebody start tripping in the front of my house, And start blasting at anybody walking around. I got shoved to the ground, And he got shot
9 and just shot that cop This fuckin' time we dropped a line We might pass away but the AMB won't fuckin' die The moon, it's full The moon, it's full
why don't you and your girl get over here The Southern moon exposes killers The Southern moon is hot like fire The Southern moon it knows our weakness
with the serial numbers on my gun out, The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out, Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out, And keep busting
Will Put Em' Outta His Missury These Niggas Wanna Finish Me And Send Me To The Reveren Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven Holla At Me Fillmore Bitch We
. The other way was to weld two clams together. l don't believe it. I'm losing it. Hey. What can you do. Another night shot to hell. Hey, this was serious
show on the dance floor, is that you I smell? I'ma give that ass room Better yet, let's fuck in the bathroom If we have room it's a full moon It's a full moon