this nuclear age with better judgment paralyzed they've sent our noble sons into a holy war we can't undo now there's no escape and a fiery hell to
get 4rm the M.A.C. [chrous:] The M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. I'm the M.A.C. I'm the M.A.C. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [song fades out]
Why don't you be my girl? I'll give it a try, Cause I'm your kind of guy. I said, baby, Why don't you be my girl? I'll give it a try, Cause I'm your
the eye Here we are in the wake of the world I can see that it shouldn't matter I don't want to waste your love I can't compete I'm a fashion disaster
on me for the last time. Remember when we use to be friends? Nothing could ever go wrong, or so we thought, but I guess you?ve changed a lot since we were young
my song [Verse 1:] Catch me cruisin through Decatur with my streetwalkers Spittin, pimpin at these women, ain't a sweet talker A young country boy, came up out the creekwater What a grizzly boy, lookin like a
: Hey girl, Ima eat your soul I got this sword, dashing young and bold lets collect, hearts on the way plus two, to you, in the evil bay so hey girl,
you ever wanted to disappear? And join a monastery Go out and preach young addicts straight Where will I be when I wake up next to a stranger On a passenger
I'm to tell you now <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Your time has come, around again my sleepless one Your friend was young
coulda been a 2Pac vegas night Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening "Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin Hell I'm even, bossin and I left The money
m getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the button
jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I?m like dirt when I?m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a
to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make
hood, a few big faces and a chain a- Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change Tryin a sell
a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in
bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and
up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels
