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Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
Well, I'm tryin', yes I'm tryin just to get a line on you Where you been? But I'm havin' trouble puttin' a find on you I'm wearin' thin Somebody else
Well, I'm tryin', yes I'm tryin just to get a line on you where you been? but I'm havin' trouble puttin' a find on you I'm wearin' thin somebody
Come with me Come with me now Inside the garden Inside the garden of God Smell the sand it's running Through your hands It's where we're from And where
[Intro] BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X] [Soulja Boy - over intro] Y'knahmsayin man? All the girls love me man Pretty Boys in the
Key e writers, hank williams and fred rose (e) you're barkin' up the wrong tree now, You're barkin' up the wrong tree (b7) now, You don't (e) ever
Uhh, boom Tick, tick, tick, yeah, 5'9 uhh Yo I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit, the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb
(Randy Holden) It's so nice to feel the colors All days when you are new You close your eyes And feel the foam of silence. Running home and cease to
I was mindin' my own business Enjoyin' the party, makin' my rounds One look you shook me out of my senses Knock me to the ground, heart fall down Like
left some food wrapped up in a plastic bag on the kitchen table way too long i sat down to eat next to the bag i was too tired to throw it out i saw
It's a swamp Just a jungle Tigers slipping through all the time Snakes and alligators Want to have a piece of what is mine I don't pay No attention To
APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE Writer Bob Stone When I was five I put on Mama's high heel shoes And paint my face And dance across the living room
Just when you've found your way to the boiler room They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches I couldn't do nothing but watch
I took my girlfriend to the neighborhood store Reached in my pocket lookin? down at the floor My friend said, ?Hey girl?, as I bumped into the door I
I watch this through one clear eye, I can't climb these walls of acceptance, this is my everything. I'm gasping to see you smile, these words fall through
Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up, out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly