as the real press. Yoko: yes, amazing. John: amazing. They're just as tough as the real press. Very sexy. It's a boy, it's a boy. Questioner: why are
dreams And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering
nigga I got a magnum, Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher I'm a motherfuckin butcher Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it I be
rocker one named a mil, You could ask about me my name is real, I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill, For real.
I walked through that door He had your feet up over the seat All I heard was screaming It was like a movie too real to me That just can't be my bride-to-be, no! I was
is anything it's embarrassing A rusty nail through, a careless shoe You can't help but sit around and wonder sometimes Why there's never anything the
They say the ones you take for granted you miss the most Woke up every mornin' to grits and toast School clothes spread at the foot of the bed Anything I needed was
we doubted When we screamed and we shouted Our vision was clouded it was hard to deal The terrible weather somehow just made us better We did it together and we kept it real
You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. Y'all givin' me a clap. A yes is fine (laughing) ok? (voice from audience a??I love
my Maybach music Martin Luetta King. Jr, startin' All that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya B I was a lie, he probably had a two tone With the gray poupon, anything
my TV, my beautiful TV, was about 20 bucks a month right, I think it was lie a 400 dollar TV, remember it was a twelve inch. So you'd think it would
to me and I'ma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour, what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever
8. and it dont take four niggas to get straight, the only hot boy leavin off this plane, young, weezy baby, thats what ya bitch say, give ya ass a location and a
only thing advanced about your music Is that you need a computer to hear it This year your independent, Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right
ain't even have a chance They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
Kick it back and Thank you for loving me Say what now Thank you for holding me down Say what now I know that you care for me Say what 'cause you've always
me But my best stopped being good enough I'm telling you I will do anything Talk about a woman who loves tough And now he's coming home real, real late