My mother says I should have more resposibility As I'm nearly 31 I have a plane, I have a crane That can lift up all my trains and all my cars I have
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, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke
But what the fuck do i know? i'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow and my bitch and that new bebe follow so much head i woke up in sleepy hollow
size I ride Like Porsches Thick, brown, and gorgeous It ain't my fault Semiautomatic weapons I brought The world "Crazy" I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin
' I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the
in my system Baby, baby, tell me you're listenin' Tell me you're listenin', got you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes (You're
story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve (Wish for it, you just might get it, okay) Every time I hear that rhyme I love
my hair blow I don't know where I'm goin', all I know Is when I get there someone's gonna touch my body Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a
all, man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstruct I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I
like it's my last I'mma I'mma hit this ass up like it's my last Swear I'mma, swear I'mma do it like I, like I never had Like I never had it at all all
out of style, made a vow to myself If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to
I sued Fruit of the Loom 'Cause when I wear their tightie-whities on my head I look like a jerk I sued Verizon 'Cause I get all depressed everytime my
in the sky And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin' And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why? My my my my my my You used to be such
nights like this make me really scared You're not really there And my tree is really bare Another lonely night No gifts, no toys underneath my tree
why christmas Brother and my Brother and my Brother and my Sister Brother and my Brother and my Brother and my Sister She messed up again Why? My brother and my
my son, I gots ta try to make him hard I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy And I don't want my