girl, and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said "yeah, the hell you were" Check my rear view mirror, check the gold tooth
on stage, I don't wanna be close to you I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin' Some niggas got gold in
40 at the corner cuz it gets hot Cutties checking out the cars that we roll Black candy with the rims with the booms and the gold Here comes the pigs
Black road, Georgia trees Midnight moon just stay with me Like a lighthouse in the sky Let these eighteen wheels fly I woke up this morning in a Motel
an' cried But we always looked up to him for hope and salvation But we'd sink to the bottom a' trav'lers hell When he'd check us in a remote motel And
you love Folks run fast, so does life And that's the way it seems Candles burn down to the table Keith never talked to much But smiled, blue eyes gold
toast, smiling Who makes the Nazis? I put a finger on the weird. This was real Irish know. Joe was then good as gold And told of the rapists in the Spa Motel
know I got plans She gotta pay for all the times she left me usin' my hands Figure I could take her to the motel In the Poconos to bone after I spend
were loud Till the Monday I knew it was over My back had gone out and I lay awake nights As I diagrammed plays on the ceiling All the motel room calls
road, Georgia trees Midnight moon, just stay with me Like a lighthouse in the sky Let these eighteen wheels fly I woke up this morning in a Motel Five
a honkytonker and he was a family man And she showed him her gold teeth when he?d hold her little hand And they met out on the highway at the Paradise Motel
't want to be close to you I got money nigga I aint gonna boast to you What I'm supposed to do is keep rappin Some niggas got gold in they mouth I got
see a daughter wed (Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov) And such a son-in-law Like no-one ever saw The tailor Motel Camzoil Golde: (spoken) Motel? Grandma Tzietl: (
Well, children, when shall we make the wedding? Tzeitel: Thank you, Papa. Motel: Thank you, Papa. Tevey: Thank you, Papa! Golde! What do I do about Golde
s a sign! It's a sign! CORA: And it's mine! MRS. SCHROEDER: It's a shrine! It's a shrine! CORA: And it's all mine! It's a gold mine! And it's all mine
a-lig Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it Burgundy or honey blonde Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum Don't forget the gold