round kids, gather all round the campfire as i hunt you down in the night like a vampire so the story goes - the fire burns to the black and god only knows
GATHER ROUND KIDS, GATHER ALL ROUND THE CAMPFIRE AS I HUNT YOU DOWN IN THE NIGHT LIKE A VAMPIRE SO THE STORY GOES - THE FIRE BURNS TO THE BLACK AND GOD ONLY KNOWS
, worldwide mash, Westside Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain The question we ask, do you know what time it is? Hold it down, hold it down You know
, right to the the grizzle, pain sizzlin' my mullet God, do with it told, keepin' the fighting steady at minimum, for sure I better listen to the granddad, baby, only God knows
Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God
life, harsh verses "I can't believe the mouth of this prick He said put his mouth on his dick," I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout
as a loser junior 2 times at that, so close to your 3rd Only 22 now what the fuck you gonna do Convicted felons, they don't get no work, we all know that
some cash, for a rainy day mayn Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain Cause falling on
girl get it she don't know it's very scary But she's a nympho she can come barely near me She still want the God and i don't think she's mary mary The
and we got you, got you Yo, yo, Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside The question we ask, do you know what time it is? You know what
curses?" Simple, harsh life, harsh verses "I can't believe the mouth of this", he said, "Put his mouth on his" I know we gotta talk bout that, I know
Somebody get the God kane, I know he'll back you up Kick a rhyme spectacular, I think the nigga think he blackula I seen somebody trying to get him with
, 'til the day came Little Latasha, sho' grown, tell the lady in the liquor store That she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand, only God
conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro
me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro
't act because he flip tracks And broads don't know how to act Chillin the east, with the Group Home appeal Rippin with steel, and you know my niggas
