You just can?t trust them pretty girls They?re only here to wreck your world And make sure you never get to sleep at night I don?t know the reasons why
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You just can?t trust them pretty girls They?re only here to wreck your world And make sure you never get to sleep at night I don?t know the reasons
like banana grips, bananza, dressed fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance, now gimme love (more planes,and pilots panicing.) Verse Three: Jackie chan movements, hard to kill
over, she asked me for a ride She moved real close, sittin? side-by-side I looked out the window and to my surprise Was a hotrod Ford just a-passin? me by
sons Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin' niggaz for fun But still, write my will out to my seeds then build Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill As time goes by
the snow I passed by my folks on side of the road, but I'm through it everyone We can't let go, You can't let go of the wheel And I pass by my friends
by how overdressed HE is. Meanwhile, ARTIE hails him and pushes through the crowd to greet him.) ARTIE Hey, Gillis! We'd given you up. (BETTY, by the
de mike magician Master Blaster, Dapper De Marshal Kill wicked man an' him na partial Kill General an' go a de funeral Bwoy lie down in a hearse An' him dressed official Pass Cross Road
like banana grips, bananza, dressed fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance, now gimme love (more planes,and pilots panicing.) [Verse Three:] Jackie chan movements, hard to kill
f/ Nas, Raekwon Chorus: As time goes by, an eye for an eye We in this together son your beef is mines So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
s a killer on the road His brain is squirmin' like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road
bait (bait) They starvin, niggas eating Nope they want to share they steak (not at all) You'll find them out of state Near a lake, some billy bait (on side of a road) Gettin ate by
I'm still breath it I'm from the Inglewood Bottoms West/Side connected (yeah) Why I kept my eyes on the street So the bangers was profect it By peas Wrappin
baby you know the South is so real Whit cups and my drank, and blowing on kill In the STS, dressed to impress With a bow legged round the side, to