chance to live again If only I were eighteen again I wouldn't spend all my time tryin' to remember When was I that much happier then? If only I were eighteen
me a change to live again IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN .....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN? IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN
think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you a thing or two I missed the fourteen-eighteen war But not the sorrow afterwards
Bill] An eight ball of coka makes Sharon smile like Hall and Oates Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie But if you limp by us
at four in the morning Started undressing the ho Got to the drawers and the ho said "No! "Not on the first date "It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight
: [Kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe Stop
Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight" And nobody flinched
1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT? [2] Yeah you know! [1] Ain't no bullshit? [2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep [1] Oh aight,
don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We
m Kris Kristofferson On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd Airborne Brigade on Operation Hump War Zone D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200 V.C. Forty-eight
you got control Wasting time with your life until your ass is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp [Chorus: Butch
LP on the rise "In Living Color was" seen through original eyes And I'm out like shout Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah Lying limp on a limb, slim
fiction Let's get specific you can't get with it I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits You
-thousand-two I don't hear you no more The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H Check it out I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me on next Eighteen
grade, by third it was worse A made man in the fourth, a don in the fifth Had the teacher sellin' ass when I touched the sixth Seven, eight an' nine
suits Prada boots and hoes that think they cute But bitch come short with my cheese Hoe you ain't seen in me You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp
at four in the morning Started undressing the ho Got to the drawers and the ho said, "No" "Not on the first date" "It's gettin' kinda late, could you come back at eight
before they all close Hop in the Lac, Fleet wood eight four Twenty inch G's with tha triple gold spokes Creep in the door with my pockets on swole Limp
