Laulunsanoja:
Who The Two Thousand Years

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would be the man they ride the greyhound, but i'm more a peter pan, we the fam off the scale, yeah we about to break the richter quick loud years, work a thousand

in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years

we far from steak But I'm so close to jail, it feels like I'm so close to hell Mom's smoking ***, same s*** I'm selling So who's wrong, her or me She

sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts Motherfuckers got scared 'cause they was unprepaired Who would tell it how it really was? Who

that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two

Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered