t want anything [CHRIS] Hey, what's wrong with you? [KIM] I've not done this before [CHRIS] That can't be true! [KIM] Why would I lie? [CHRIS
people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ] ...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put
I caught a string full of fish down by the damn I'll drag them back to the field they should be dead by then Wipe the sweat off my neck and tally ho
'm on bud like Hux comma Rudy It's my duty to get loopy On the Buddha like it's bootie I smoke fields I cold cock craps I smoke peels Smoke Robe cough
-r fully automatic now whatch how act It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga When I'm drinkin happy, so they call mr. bucka nigga Ask my nigga chris
Lennon look-alike, the mysterious, the unknown Comrade X. We are blessed tonight to be able to witness intercourse between a young man and his first love. Chris
all the trucks chris tucker black. the ashton white like ashton in a trucker hat. put my city on the map. ( i carry them) and keep bumb bitchies quiet
my man Big G in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow Yo, I got the medals in the war field
mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous Rout of the Fields
mountain stream, I'll build a house of stone, And work the wood of cedar, pine and fir, And then I'll make a garden, And I'll plant a field of corn,
away... "who will save this world of mine, Will you save it just in time? " Just in time, I saw the dawn, Watched the sun arising on a field
And he laid her down in a field of corn, And the sun was on his back, Up above there was, a clear blue sky, She held him by the hand, She had known him
, Sweet liberty is in our hands It's part of the plan, Or is it a state of mind? Horses and men, Horses and men are on the field, They didn't yield
king, who called for the spring, For his world was still covered with snow, But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean, In his winter fields
the summer winds begin to blow, That is when I will be sailing to my home, To the olive trees and the golden corn That whispers in the fields up in the
Can I see you tonight? can we go for a ride? Or watch tv - get a video out? I've heard of one that I'd like you to see, It's called the field of dreams
there's too much love and pride Standing on her own two feet making ends meet Bobby just a regular Joe his daddy's farm is all he knows With calloused hands he works the fields