my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this Since doin' our own dang So
said I'm making you try to do laws That's what you get for faking it hot and no more Living I'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb Do what you want do what
the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they lookin' so tan Out in Kansas, they so outlandish Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha
will pound, I hope girls, I hope boys Understand what I'm quoting, I'm not joking Or freaking, this is a Queen speaking Wise words, when I'm done I
you're lucky like a leprechaun I turn my weapon on my record and I kept it on Mic checkin' and I'm wreckin' and I'm checkin' on So check it, check it out, I'm
' I makin' a killin', I'm Ben Frank peelin' I'm a young George John, dem boxes to da ceilin' I'm ballin', I'm chillin' in da neighborhood dealin' I'm
what I'm sizzlin'? Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown And I continue to struggle
I went raw inside the whore I thought she would be cleaner The dirty bitch burnt me that concerned me Now I'm thirsty I'm looking for her with the Nina I'ma kill her when I
more like some soft breasts If I stopped cess, I probably would cough less Test it, just to see if ya'll rested I'm blessin' the beat just like if I
re my girl, I'm your man. I don't care if we live in a garbage can. I'm your man, you're my gal, I'm so glad that we are pals. You're not fat - you don
I have only comparatively recently emerged from the united states army so that I am now of course in the radio-active reserve and, the usual jokes about
And I'm think' of french fries sausage and waffles spaghetti and cookies and cake And each night I'm dreamin' of chocolate ice cream and I'm starvin'
Pace I rock this place/ So I'm in your face Cause I got what it takes I wanna see you back up Don't clean your act up Walkin' like I own it Now I clean
fakers [Outro] Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no industry shit my nigga I had to find me, I had to find who I wanted to be I did this
& Music by Terre Roche ) O Mr Sellack Can I have my job back? I've run out of money again. Last time I saw ya I was singing Hallelujah I'm so glad to
,) (But will never find, another love like ours,) (Im so glad that your mine,) (If u ever go I will be so sad,) (how can I survive, I think I will
(Half) I'm tired of these silly games (Half) I'm 'bout to make a change You've got the best of me (Half) Pulling phony capers (Half) I'm so glad that