nigga But I'm starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin
piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words which are supposed to rhyme - actually do. [piano
[Hook] Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause
I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How they
's through My dog's barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too Officer, please, I won't be long Called the radio station, requested this song Now I had my
an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said
no hero But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm
I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had Little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be