Then he told me her name Nigga i already Fucked her And He did to Willie Martin Bad Boys As far as status im outter space like an Astroid Now giving
war we just kickin it Worried bout our image and our space up on the internet Take me out the game coach I don't wanna play no mo If can't give it all I got and
overstand; Sun Pharaoh- and the motherfucking Hologram! Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue? Will space probes in the next century discover extra terrestrial analogue? Will space
dug Get your bloody body drug All title this suicidal is With the chrome and my fist, I don?t miss It?s the E to the S to the H-A-M And I heard you tellin
wants to play too Come on girl, come and get me, set yourself free Come and play with me, come on girl Come and get me, what do you play for Come on
lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, male or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch house In ?Grand Martin? needed some space
said that underground is only just one more I'm selling time and space and matter makin' Hula-hoops of saturns sings And bring my thing and sink to
til the sun and the earth collide You'll be the first to hide My words hurt and they burn inside I'm the terror yo gimme my space Got the matches and
Walk around with a name belt and a funky new rap Shell tops new and Space Invaders cap Old school like, bread and gravy Me and Monty roll together like Fred and
fun, kissing the sun And it's because you are the one So I'm singing like the birdies in the trees And feeling like a feather in a breeze I'm happy
in fifty states on drugs For every act of love I attack assault Yah, I destruct because I'm fucked I just won't give up And some may say I'm stubborn and
believe in love The way that I believe it's true That you belong to me All I can give to you... The gift of time Is on my mind Time and space is what
baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and
's just get started and make a mess... Morton stood up and said "what's that? / It's the fifteenth of may, and I'm cold, and I'm wet." / He
find, you're so unkind I feel you near time after time At the sunrise I'm still awake I see my hopes a sad and fake I bid this rhyme just killin' time And
kickin it Worried bout our image and our space up on the internet Take me out the game coach I don't wanna play no mo If can't give it all I got and
her again Will she remember me? "I'm not tryin' to holler, I swear. I'm just weary of the way we hop a ride And just sit there and stare." Prepare for