you know it, he's a rich man Gold on every finger of his hand A brand new BMW. A condo. Ron ended up a john doe A body was found in the alley but never
, number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop? Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth And watch your body drop Pick a
was saving the souls of a suppressed race, Society cut him down, shoved their morals in face. They said John Brown, John Brown Just surrender now. John Brown, John Brown
the back, when sweat touched the wall She's the quintessential Held the monumental It's no lie, in my eye she's a diamond in the ruff Kept
going no where, It's kind of hard to move when you're tied to a chair. See there's a twist to this lovely, For you too see. What's hiding in your wardrobe
up on them big things) And We... Cmon! (We make they ass and hit screens), And We... Blind em wit tha bling, And We... Rock ya body Rock Rock You Body body
s your sign?" Did the Flamin' Waffle with Ho Chi Min Your girl's a dollar bill 'cause we don't know where she's been J.F.K.'s head's a puzzle and your
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano
You're the one for me[Mr. Capone-E]That's rightThis is Mr. Capone-EDroppin dis song for all the lovers (baby when we cruise together)That's RightYou're
's a way That's what I always say We gotta make a try, Come on, it's do or die. Civil rights! John brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave But in
Chucks up in it so quick and so fast You use some act-right like LaBetty And let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John
way, only to receive nothing in return knowing that one day I would earn a chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body I would play America, you could be John
receive nothing in return Knowing that one day I would earn A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's body I would play America, you could be John
I had to walk on bye (She can't be my lover) She's flashing me them pretty brown eyes (She can't be my lover) Though there's green grass on the other
They don?t want music, they don?t know how to use it All they want is [a boom, boom, boom, boom] Hey y?all, John Coltraine yeah he plays the sax Me,
who's mum is friends with Elton John, so she kept telling us we just let it pass and slipped a year or so behind ourselves the time's already gone
They say I dress white but my swag so urban Tryin' my work I hear the way the text say Baby you up Question mark And she was my yes-s-s-i-r [Outro
you will enter the hood and were spittin so cover your dome At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam Cleveland Browns Dogg Pound hoes, it's on Let's