to be true Be my man, be my man ohh could Tom and Jerry be my man I want to give that Michael Moore a dollar, man ohh could Tom and Jerry be my man ouhhh
was part of my '80s The Cartier conciergeries be near me Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly Liz Taylor tried to juxt me 'Coz I keep it green like
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When my time is up, be my rebirth Like Adam's work on God's green earth My rebirth, my rebirth Baby, yeah it means my
" Comm: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) And the
: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) And the chinnese
The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just Don't Stop Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam Get Down Get Down Just Show You're Adam
why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta) Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming Through my
style, still had the heat knockin Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin Shootin the breeze, see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin it down
got to shit. Skipijankings: Finish the fucking hole, we?ve got to win this mother fucker! Random man in gallery: Jesus Christ man! Donald: Well now
play John Wilkes Booth Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was switched My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed My family seen my
their hearts still beating in their unforgiven chest [Chorus x2] You Don't wanna be like (Me) Don't wanna be like You Don't Wanna be like (Me) Don't wanna be
, well he's the man, but I MEAN what about reading?] What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television? [Television hurts my brain
to any Big gangsta since double guiness Stacy Adams not the tensest And all my women be friendly Used to shop in J.C. Pennys But now I be on some
decoder ring Who sing kumbaya to the tune of a man dying {jah-born (of medina green)} Y'all seen the front page? another black man slayed By the beast
but still John like Gotti (Gotti) Dime pieces like platinum all over my body P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg
's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on sittin on a futon... slip