to me and look where that has gotten me. I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and you took it all away
: Excuse me girl, I don't mean to bite And I aint trynna make a scene and nuthin But you got a face I done seen in magazines and somethin Kinda Legs
the very first time that was rad We saw Bon Jovi, we sat in the first row I pierced your ear right before the show we stole your brother's beer and
yeah I gotta keep it real Gotta keep it real It's just the way you feel baby... [Verse 2] Well we've been goin out And we've been hanging out And you
ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by. And in the dawn, there came the song of some sweet lady singing in his ear. Your god has gone, and from
The tempest struggles in the air And to myself alone I sing It could sink me then and there I can hear the echoes ring. I tried to find one smilin' face
the rain And the wind. Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear, Turn, turn, turn again. Joliet prison And ninety-nine years, Turn, turn to the rain And
Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that. And all
busting, cussing Mighty goals and puntas All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger Booh-yeah, blew his ass out Then I passed out (passed out, passed out
cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play
Come and have a round of Patron and get down to the song while I tell you bout the ground I be on- Chicago Tell a girl about K-town and the projects, downtown and
never heard what my parents had to say- don't do this and do that well- in one ear and out the other- give me someone i can trust several opportunities have passed
still busting, cussing Mighty goals and puntas All I'm tryin' to do is shoot ya Two shots in' the ruger Booh-yeah, blew his ass out Then I passed out (Passed out, passed out
got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a Bad Boy wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars and
style wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin one look at a crook my nigga
Canibus] Yo, yo Yo when Mo Black start to black out bitches pass out Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out Black monk like Thesalonius
by the deaf And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I, too, dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full
