catiers verse :. yall trippin cartier fine, and these bitches worry about mine. wastin my time, play with my bread, word to my mom, aim at yo head- dead.
Metallic wing pigeon. Cannibal Ox. . Birds of the same feather flock together, congested on. A majestic street corner, that's a short time goal for most of 'em.
Yo, some nights we got so drunk. Its like we miss the feeling. Of a never ending headache. And a spinning ceiling. The sob story of an alcoholic. On his hands and knees.
Now who got what you don't got Lo do next verse. My alumni comply will shank high slide then curve. On some Suede shit and my ambiance be on some far.
(Chorus X2). Inside peanut butter outside jelly. 7 days of the week 7 different Chevys. Black SS wit tha top blown off. Fuckin' with them boys get ya top blown off.
Buttress got pilgrims by the millions,. recruitin em while ya losin em. on my way to Jerusalem. no shade or oasis (I can't take this). so take this (BREATHE).
Tell you 'bout the future. Of a heart that heals with time.... Still I see in you. Someone I once know. Way back in the past. When my song had words. And the words were meant for you.
Pubics tube--. . spoken:. stinkin rich is x rated. . buck:. guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat. it's uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat.
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day,. Airing my tires and all my cares are far away,. You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sorta frisky,.
plastic bags--. . our father, who art here among us. in thy name sacred, and the physical humongous. give us this day our daily gift. of science to drop, and knowledge to lift.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes. is blowing. And for some strange reason, your nose is growing. My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,.
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh. Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh. Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh. Soul Radio. (P-p-please don't go away). . I don't want you to go.
ima pill poppin animal [ricky ross]. syrup syrup, syrup syrup, [cash money]. syrup syrup, syrup syrup sippin nigga. syrup syrup sippin. . im a pill poppin animal.
Dans mee. op de balans van. te veel en te winig. Goat op je wil af. Kom dichter, dichter. maak je zin lichter, lichter. Een dikke laag stof up. blaast dan voorzichtig.
Chorus. . You must be psycho (psycho) if you think that you can play your mind games with me. baby You must be psycho (psycho) theres nothing you can hide that my eyes wont see.
Get nothin' but a beat. . Punks jump up to get beat down. Get nothin' but a beat. Punks jump up to get beat down. Get nothin' but a beat. . Punks jump up to get beat down.
Uhh, yeah, then they say. Probable cause, probable cause. (Uh huh, yeah). You don't have to break no laws. They say probable cause. (Probable cause). .
Aiyyo. Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!. Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!. . Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back.