Yo, Ro'Gram where you at, homey?. . At nighttime I'm on the prowl and I'm livin' foul like Blackula. Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula.
Uh-huh, ahh. I feel like it's time for a new nigga. And I feel like that nigga should be me. Hello boys and girls!. My name is catashtrophe. Peep my slide out.
Let 'em know how we do it down in the C.O. We 'bout to get the thang started. Know what I'm sayin'? The year 2000. . I'm 'bout to let these muthafuckas know, Big D representin'.
Turn on the light so it burns in the night. Turned down the flight. The world is uncertain. I'm sittin' by the curtains tonight. . You will not know but grow.
That's the one, oy. How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe?. Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through. Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room.
That's the one, oy. How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe?. Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through. Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room.
Yo,yo,yo,yo. . (Chorus). Breathe in, breathe out. Do the chicken head and go an let it out. Breathe out, breathe in. Put your back in it let cha' knees bend.
uh,uh,. Ali and Murphy. uh,uh,. School boy with the college boys. and uh and uh. . [Chorus:]. Ali and Murphy is boughi baby. But if it ain't ghetto. Then don't move me baby.
Check. . Me an' Sonny in the Escalade, TV where yo' head lay. Uptown, Harlem World, seein' [Incomprehensible]. With some bran bran, got a jaw hit [Incomprehensible].
Welcome to the boom boom room. I like it when your with a perfume. Do you know what time it is?. Ooh, ooh, well yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh. . Turn that CD player off, girl.
Yea Yea Yea. . [Sterling]. Yeaa. Ha ah. I wanna make a bet tonight. With all my ladies out there (ladies make it hot, make it hot, make it hot). Strokes, ah.
Oh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea. Oh, oh yea, yea, yea, yea. This is a B-A-D-D-R-E-A-M. Seems like when we have the best. We find a way to lose them.
Intro (Action). Uhh man, I just want to thank you, ridin on this muthafuckin' mission with us,. From Queens to Boston, all around the muthafuckin' planet.
VERSE 1. . Girl, you got me wrong. We got along. But not because of your strange chemistry. You're in the workspace next to me. And they got rules about this kind of stuff.
VERSE 1. . Model citizen, I've never even jaywalked. And if my job we're given 'em I'd never need a day off. And I don't have to dream of ever being paid more.
INTRO. . She's the poster girl. For facists and sadomasochists. Or anybody looking for an ass to kiss. She controls your world. And snatches your ego at the wrist.
Your tender touch is a must you got me paralysed. All I can do is curve my back and close my eyes. If our love had a soundtrack it be made from sighs.
I'm slowly billing up a savings every day. Although it's hard to save when you getting low pay. I stop shouting so my days are kinda quite. I quite like it there, less violent with less lyings.
You can catch him sittin knowing that hes sinning. But knowing sinning gon give him what hes always missing. He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds.
(N/A). Verse: 1. The last time you said, goodbye. I really believed, that it was over... I cried out my tears, through the nite. I prayed, i'd never hold another.