: God rest ye merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day; To save us all from Satan's power When
one way through it Time marches on ahead ? one day we?ll see it How there?s a fine blue line Running through it We read each other?s books We gave each other
the drops. And even if some day one of us leaves For the land where only spirits dwell He will thread his way back into the other?s dreams To sing him a
doing too much shit I say I ain't did enough Remember saying damn if I could just get to a million plus And now I'm like shit what the fuck is a million
: Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf But let me tell you I got some news for you
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a
I call your name and you follow Fly with me Take a look around and say you love me, And I will guide you through the Golden Door For everything you see there is a
your name and you follow Fly with me Take a look around and say you love me, And I will guide you through the Golden Door For everything you see there is a
the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
been a challenge to the truth But there's defense for this Since Paul's first letter there's been need for another one Cause the other one was compromised by a
) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till the day I die They don't give a
have a choice but to roll on We finally found a spot to kick it Where we could drink liquor And no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we could
really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till the day I die They don
Go's out. I just saw him runnin around the other day. Ahh, fuck that fool. But anyway, what's happenin with my moms? She gave me a message for you: She
the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley