waste time talking to fella's who run up on me talking that bullshit instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish the ony way they talk is with a full
to get even... I spent a 100 in vegas i broke even Casino askes is that all for this evenin.. First 100 I pack my plug i couldnt believe.. Louie bag full of bands
A firefly glowing on my left hand Used to pretend it was a wedding band A tall cool glass of Mama's lemonade Sold from a stand that me and my sister made
' I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin' Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of
You walk in here with your guitar man Your shiny boots and your full on band A smile on your face, a knife in your hand Singing songs you gotta memorize
hit the flo? Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low, low low low low Hey, shawty what I gotta do to get you home? My jeans full of guap And
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town Stagger Lee met Billy DeLions and he blew that poor boy down Do you know what he shot him for? What do you
band kept us too busy, we forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band
Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me Downtown in the big town Gonna set you back on your heels With a mouth full of memories And a lot of
This was the way of it Let the story fires be lighted Let our circle be strong and full of medicine Hear me This is my dream song that I'm singing for
click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands
out basement With the full moon in my eye I was hoping for replacement When the sun burst through the sky There was a band playing in my head And I
bury your own babies Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Ring around the rosey Pocket full
go Damn, here we go again, I just came back Girl, don't make me go again, she say you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands
battle), disappear, -pear, in an alley, reappear, -pear, off in Rockford Can you feel me, daddy? (?) I done stalk like Jacklyn, and went through (censored) in Cleveland, with the band
, reappear-pear, off in Cali And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man And went through shit in Cleveland with the band Now look at
N-B-A With a hand for the world You a boy band with a dance and a twirl I'm a rock star with a band so thorough Big ass tour bus that's jammed full