lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Härligt! 1-2 1-2-1-2-3 Just like
be deez I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy
dees I like G's, I'm a cereal please I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy
I got you Aiyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists Gemologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin' Donut precious size stones make
they all say But somehow someway, you got to make a better way You got to make a better way You got to make a better way Yeah, you got to make a better
when you crawl I was blind to ya, was lying to ya Said I loved you but I'm laughing when you crawl Was blind to ya, I watched you fall And I watched you
's a throne I know you like to worry, it'd be better if you don't 'Cause You know everything gon' be all right, I promise I apologize to you now, put
could ever dream You got, you got what I need Girl, I've had a one night stand, girl You just might be wifey Then I've had a threesome, I swear You'
you my child And I had you when I was half you, now I have to Show you how to follow no man and when they ask you What you wanna do when you grow, tell
good You can't deny Are sprits together? Will never die You and me will always roll I never wanna see The day that you go So stoned wow oh! My love
where you at I'm in the golden, nigga [Hook] X 4 [Coldhard] Well if your city's hardest Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
just like thelma, james' daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? [foxy brown] Brooklyn girl, plotted then I
, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you The way you should be done, call you my son Make you say, "Daddy, I
to party Da any would be wanna test me I kill em softly ,quickly The Black ,The Short Lord from da booya clan Lyrically i'm stoned out warmly I'm washing
You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga
It's the motherfuckin' Firm Family I better pinch myself to make sure that I'm not dreamin' 'Cause the way you make me feel, I feel like screamin' I
her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? Brooklyn girl, plotted then I
but love bones Lifestyles of the live-en-dead First ya live den ya dead - died trying ta clock what I said Now I got a murder rap cause I bust ya cap