throat He had eaten flowers, fell burning Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair He was whispering into his God's ear Let the children be so, let children
we can build a snowman And pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman Until the other children come around (Until the alligators
i swipe it aint got time for no beef with no children your talking to the champion like i was paris hilton you better know im a tottenham simple soldier big up mr
always like that I used to feel freaky, icky Bein' bad like Darling Nikki Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood But now the children sing
shines but the day now feels gray Oh mr. rain would you please please go away? The sun still shines but the day now feels gray Oh mr. rain would you
'll find a way to turn you into a monster Me and you, we could rule the world 'Cause no one's gonna fuck with me, I'm a monster Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children
their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light bulb swinging Little black kid come home from school Put his key in the door Mr
get along Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children
listeners the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I'm filling the clip With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children
Mr. Yayo, your free to go So I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow Guess who's home? Tony Yayo, Obie Trice, c'mon I'm a drama setter, gripping my
Jesse's bed And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr
since the world began. Well, mr. politician, reform me if you can, I'm an anti-establishment man. I'm tired of your treating All of my children the
? examine my orchestra Granny said when I'm old enough I'll be sure to be all I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy fix ya panties I'm Mr
this is Dres, and I'm letting ya know That S-H-O-W-B-I-Z and A.G. are all that So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak grab that Like Mr. Long
bump, bump, get bump with some flash, people Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop The Soul Sonic Force, Mr
bloody war, in the rules of engagement Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Justice, in the mind of a gangsta [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you
a james brown beat - and keep it street "children grow and women produce And men go work and some go steal it!" "children.. children grow and.. Children