So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get chose Hustle and flow
Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me Flash and Theodore, super cuts that blind me "Catch a Groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth From the East and
cranium, I?m macking mahogany at the Palladium I?m Bruce Leroy, you Eddie Arkadian I got the gat and the black ? Arabian I?m waterboarding like Dick Cheney And
't you know it's true Girl there's no one else but you Would I lie to you baby Would I lie to you (Would I lie to you) When you wanna see me night and
So I'm stackin' every dollar I see Hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's open and do's close Never sweat hoes, players get chose Hustle and flow
Ray Charles, 'cause they ain't seen no money yet. Trash rappers I tax and spark, I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at Action Park. A nigga stuck me, and
fives Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five Girls wore they Lees and jellies Jordache and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellies [Incomprehensible] and
it keep it real! (Real!) Mind on my money, my money on my mob! and my Benz! and my friends! and my job! I still miss Wish's Uncle Charles, reachin
Jeffrey Dahmer And he loves the son of Sam And he loves reciting segments From 'The Silence Of The Lambs' And he worships Charlie Manson Wishes he was Eddie
much I think my sperm's in your water supply With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified And duplicated and
Shimmy Like Kate 2:23 Trk 6 The Olympics Pop Chart # 42 Sept 12, 1960 Arvee Records single #5006 Eddie Lewis & Charles Fizer - vocals (& poss.
STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT WRITERS BERT KAEMPFERT, CHARLES SINGLETON, EDDIE SNYDER Strangers in the night exchanging glances Wond'ring in the night What
up with the brits Big to Eddie Murphy who give me the fits Big up to Suzanna for your digits And to the blacks in the flicks And to Jah for lyrics
It's no go with the missus and now he's going solo Charlie's lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla Squidgy
PORCH SWING Writers Joe Allen, Charlie Williams It's hung there on the front porch Since this old house was built It's where the old men whittle And
age as if it were a wand and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played with arrogance and pride and every flame I lit too quickly
WHY DON'T WE DO THIS MORE OFTEN (Allie Wrubel - Charles Newman) « © '58 Francis Day & Hunter Music » Why don't we do this more often just
STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT WRITERS BERT KAEMPFERT, CHARLES SINGLETON, EDDIE SNYDER Strangers in the night exchanging glances Wond'ring in the night
