'll never be the man in the expensive shoes, Now maybe every fight presents a new way to lose, And I will never walk around in your expensive shoes, But there's a
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in the sto' a nigga never get enough I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista
a sis I could mack a baby hoodrat Yall remember way back then when it was 1985 all the way live I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggas
that wood (shit) just got a splinter You's a beginner, a novice, a rookie How you got bricks when you can't cop a cookie? We after paper, you after the
I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?" I'm just a broke troubadour with a bark for the underdog
, 'cuz) Girls, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah) I like the girls (Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there My name is Afroman) I like 'em short, I like
get caught or be slippin' 'Cause today's society ain't trippin' Ah, hay, Ah, hay, Ah, hay Yeah There's a fortune in this business There's a, there's a
gun the same color Murder my enemy, love thy brotha And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga
thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too
a dime Because if silence was golden Because your mind is on vacation And your mouth is working overtime You're quoting figures And dropping names You're tellin' stories About
, a carck full of goones with there nose all runny a full moon (Ohhh), it's got me graulling, can't go in the house untill a made a couple thousand follow
this week And when we made love you know we went meat to meat I think I'm headed for a Love Jones This one hear supposed to be a jam not a love song
Just a nasty case of these ol' wintertime blues Cold as snot with a big frozen smile Ain't foolin' nobody after a while Time to let the cat out, I've got a real short
a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a
(D. Hickey) He was a short order cook, and not too much to look at And he traded in his foot, for a medal in the war He loved a girl named Lila, in a
