[Chorus: Krayzie Bone/Bizzy Bone] You niggas can't stop me, (glock-idy glock) you motherfuckers can't stop me, (pop it and drop) and the cartel's for
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more
in fear by strike of lightning Cause we're only listening with one ear now This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us *Chorus* Song of the damned,
locked in the bathroom Manager can't find the key I pity that man but from where I stand It's lookin' like the prisoner is me Chorus: So won'tcha kick
Yeah! This song's about a high-class model over in Paris, France (Oh Cindy C.) If I get a camera, tell me will U dance? (Will U play with me?) If
[Chorus 2X: sample] "One two three Let me you, if you ready for me, lord" [Verse 1] It's the infinite connect Respect what you see as if you praise Donald
get this over with I want mi ghetto people dem fe stand strong an hol' u ground Don't let the fassy dem get you down, listen to baby cham song Chorus
[Intro: Rakim] Yeah (allowed it) Guess who (Raahaaaah) Uhh, Ayatollah (allowed it) From the song (Raaah) [Verse 1: Rakim] Let the games begin, it's nothing
candidate is electable And they might even have a black president, but he's useless 'Cause he does not control the economy stupid! [Chorus] Lock and
as being my norm Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck. [Chorus] It's enough to make you black
the mail like Melly I'm fucking you tonight before R-Kelly My bitches dance with their belly And fuck me with their eyes See crime is where they organize
wearing a suit That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids A mortician playing your song upon the organ
, dominant phenomenal, monitor face to the wall opposite. u.f.o.'s and locusts sing the same old song while the weathermen get retarded as the day is long chorus
since I been born an' I?m a live long An' I?m a be gettin' it on till I?m gone Look at all the stages I been on, all the songs that I spit on I took
s Thug Line nigga/ Buck! Buck! Die nigga! LeathaFace in the place, still got my 12 gauge dangillin'/ Try me but... -Chorus-Tupac- Krayzie Been tryin' to organize
estas borracheras... Y ándale... (Coro) Pero que bellas Paso las horas vaciando botellas Y ándale. I am a renowned teetotaler, but I love this drinking song
Chorus: Black Monday That's what this joint is all about Black Monday A million men strong without a doubt Black Monday It's not just a role that one
