Only one thing got me huffing I'm jealous of your cigarette And all the things you do with it I'm jealous of your cigarette And the pleasure that you
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rusty grill a chrome Pickin' up the homies, we get 'em one by one If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda Boy, you cannot come (Bump) Everybody's lookin' if you jealous
it Heard you want the coast on your back Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that You could be found in your trunk, with your chest collapsed
in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, some jealous monk Now he looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed his cigarette Then he
bows The bride??? jealous sister sat alone in her place and sneered as the couple came in The maitre-de coughed and said ???lease take your places,
on a ricochet She's staring at the brochures at the holidays Chalking up a name in your hometown Standing all your mates to another round Laughing at
me Like meatheads with cigarettes on freshmens and fraternities But shwayze say how about burnin' herbal trees with purple leaves I'm sorry that I hurt your
your money on Shady Fuck that other weak shit Put your eggs in the same basket You can count every muh'fucking chicken fore' it hatches Cuz, you can bet your
really feel any eat your heart out hannibal understandable why you jealous fuckin animal I got cannible magnetism can't resist him can you ho shady I don't understand your
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily
trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate Separate all these fake niggas all in my face You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race Tie your laces and hide your
around, we just lay around the truth. so much. untill you are. getting, getting, getting, going. gone! you are getting, getting, getting, going, gone. you are for your love for your
, just sayin' kinda take it slow. Say yeah to the jazz cigarette, say nil to the thrills of pills and blow. Teen years about gettin' beat down, and your
're just jealous cos they know I'm a star Spygirl what's that in her hand Spygirl she's taking pictures of that man with a cigarette case She's a master
t think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you (throw jealous
country, the medium is the massage 'Cause it's impossible to give Equality and justice to inferior foreigners too jealous to trust us Gimme your weak and your