up) Oh, Billy (Bang, bang, shoot 'em up) Oh whoa, Billy, Billy the Kid next door Whoa-oh-oh-oh, Billy Ho-whoa-whoa, Billy Hey, Billy, Billy the Kid next door
jab The rhymes that I grab send schools to the slab As I write scores, the funky orator's gone on some next ish lookin for the next fish with a wish that
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin' B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run,
n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got
Aww, damn He caught one in his leg, two shots hit him in his upper, what? Part of his chest, two inches above his vest Heard you next, I'm next? That
la la la la la la lie Even little billy blake's boy, he had to die Then professor o'rye from millhaven high Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next
him back [Reporters] And? [Billy Flynn] Stay away from [Reporters] What? [Billy Flynn] Jazz and liquor [Reporters] And? [Billy Flynn] And the men who [Reporters] What? [Billy
your New Year's resolution for me. (The CHORUS starts up again.) ALL By this time next year I will get my foot in the door Next year I know I'm going
clothes, the specs is silly ?? for really, war like the lord Achilles Im too illy, worth more than half a billi So please feel my im direct effect and since a kid
's Billy The Kid I keep clips like them virginia boys First you get money man then you store I'm waiting for a bad chick to walk in the door With a body
: Coolio When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin B-B guns Knock on yo' door
travelers carry past the word flowers jake the sun afraid I?m blinkin? softly wishin? on your name wonderin? who to blame next, low this crawlin? towards the door
la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next
damn) He caught one in his leg Two shots hit him in his upper (What?) Part of his chest, two inches above his vest Heard you next (I'm next?) That's the
. [Bill] You do? [Monica] Mm-hm. [Bill] Well, what would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that
given angle to any one given scene. So bare that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene. My name?s Billy
