Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggaz like turkey
year. You were a sleep around,a lost and found. And not for me I feel. I tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt. And me in a suit, well it just
me nothing Heard you lyin' on me, little man, better tell the truth I'm not your girl, but I am still ahead of you Too cool to care, screw new suits
power At your disposal When egos and sales Outbalance opinions On the scales Using bands As pawns in your hands Building up Knocking down Sensationalise To suit cheap
At your disposal When ego's and sales Outbalance opinions On the scales. Using bands As pawns in your hands Building up, Knocking down, Sensationalize To suit cheap
hot day, she wore lingerie And nothin' else in between, ooh She had long hair and thigh high snake skin boots And she was all over me like a cheap suit
: Turn me up in the headphones Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville Sittin' high on a mountain top
: New year's eve fine dark suits paper hats les grands salutes your tear stained speech and your wounded eyes your frail attempts to be remembered -
oh [Kanye West:] I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors That are not A&R's in the cheap office Rappers that never got signed but they keep
street lights So you can't see what nobody be like And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this (Georgia x 8 with Wayne) Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick
face to the back of your head Loyal in your shadow Yeah yeah yeah Broken accidental stars Do lawyers have lawyers? Do landlords have landlords? we're wondering One more cheap suit
, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and
: Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race
type of big chronic dealer The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her But now he wear boots that match with his suits And push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cheap
na, na Na, na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Don't lay your worries on me I got my own to keep me company Talk is like a worn out suit Comes unraveled when it turns cheap
gone right to my head to my head I woke up on the floor Still in my suit and she told me I snored I never felt so cheap I had a good laugh at the size
