: In 1981, the metal struck like thunder The harmonious noise all linked in one voice A croon across the nation My soul was ripped and torn and I couldn
: I thought this was suppose to be about open minds and unity Not alienation, separation or who is more pc You people pointing fingers, judging others
: [Luke Skyywalker:] Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas? (Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas? (Head, booty, and cock) Ghetto Style
: I was told to love you I was told to try I was born to save you I was born to die I'll always be your scapegoat You'll never take the blame You
: Hate. Falling three feet to the ground. Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love. Feel youth crushed somewhere
Chorus: (Mix scratches "Bad ass bitch!") (During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out, chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most
Head, booty, and cock, what you like, fellas? Head, booty, and cock, what you like, fellas? Head, booty, and cock, ghetto Style like Head, booty, and
[Intro:] ...yea this some personal shit here nigga! I'ma take it there... [Hook:] You can kiss her, You can hug her You can tell her that you love her
me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell
Keep my memories of you in a drawer Old letters you wrote me sentimental things I can't bear to look at (You) Anymore, I guess your life is better now
I thought this was suppose to be about open minds and unity Not alienation, separation, who is more pc You people pointing fingers, judging others need
I thought this was suppose to be about open minds and unity Not alienation, separation or who is more pc You people pointing fingers, judging others need
Beautiful. Intelligent. Talented. Cool. Honey. I'm a B.I.T.C.H! [Chorus x2:] I'll be that bitch tonight (I'll show you bitch - bitch!) Beautiful. Intelligent
Bitch wanna die 'cause she know I caught her lyin' I met her in a bar, outside a little part of Texas Never know she's sleepin' 'round on me I found
your ass out Now fuck wit me So I can show you who already ballin in this bitch Turnin from sweet to sour in this bitch Like zero to 60 m.p.h. It's
Well they paid him the advance, and waited for the book. But the writer didn't care none, no he didn't give a F. F. F. F. Fortune squandered, he's drugged
Psychosis of the mind will be the death of us all, your brain's screaming from the depths of hell, loud and ringing like a clarion call, and the clanging
We're a bunch of desperados, a brave and fearless crew. We will work for anyone, we'll even work for you. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. Money
