I used to have home with a room and be a porch and a driveway with a big garage but i traded it in I kept some faith and laid my head down every night
: I used to have home with a room and be a porch and a driveway with a big garage but i traded it in I kept some faith and laid my head down every night
745 in L.A. for the summer I got the worldwide cell to check the email Plus 41K plan in ATL l got 8 females I see em' all from 8 to 12 The only player
nose. It's my special blend of Ex, Coke and K. You should be okay in several hours. He's got oversized shoes, and ill fitting clothes. That is real
, A to Z, May to April Bring the apes through, fuck around, you be ape food Baked food, 9 bitches 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight
-up, get back to the shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script, DJ Clue Yo, they call me William H., H, the all-time great, great I fuck the
WHUT TIME IT IS AYE AYE AYE! PUT DEM MIDDLE FINGERS UP IF YOU DON'T GIVE A F**k(4x) F**K DEM HATAZ F**K DEM SNITCHES F**k(4x) NIGGA DON'T MAKE ME
substitute teacher today, his name is Mr. Billy Puddles, he's goin' to be teachin' you '123' thats right How much you pay force attention, Mr.Billy Puddles, class is
state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine Killa bees in the club Wit his ladybug Brought a sword to the dance floor To cut a rug Love is love
of Johnny Dreams? A singing dog named Peewee He is the star of the neighborhood He's singing songs from Oklahoma His Tutti Fruiti is awfully good Straight edged boy is
great physique And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh but look at that soul I tell you the whole Is a whole lot greater than The sum of his parts And
it, pass it over here nigga, ha, ha, ha Check it out, check it out Yo, my name is J-Ro, I'm from the 8-1-8, straight Golden State All-time great, sorry
smelling like hen My skin is my sin My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) My S K I N is my S I N (Burning our black skin) I get around like
' ass With 'Mo' Bounce To The Ounce' in the dash Mash up, Venice, headed for the West Everything is great, slow down for the dip On a 100 and 8th and
even good in the U.K. man, brats pick me up when I step off the plane. Half Turkish, other half is German; layin' in hotels, getting head in London. Fresh
