back. I ain't from St. Louis, but you can get ram shacked. Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho. And yeah I do numbers, except five-0. And I'll
Bonjour hmmm Mauren's got five sisters They've all got ass One of them's got eyes as big a jolly ranchers Beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl
the faith She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime 3D Box clever, watch your sister come
over ballet And I'd take these suckers down 'cause they just get in my way The way you look at me Is kinda like a little sister You high five your goodbyes
raised in Islamic culture Sexy as the girl on the Jamaica poster Men are over seas where there really don't be no sisters Brought her on stage as Bilal sang 'Soul Sista
game then Spike Lee Running through his veins like an IV, high speed Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D. Better catch me now while my price is low Demandin' five
funky ghetto) So just peep the game and don't call it crap 'Cause to me, life is one hard rap Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine She was nine
'm in the same game as them With mo' fame than them, they know who they are This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke You was my sister, who used to
the sister curls steady Makin' their bootys sway Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P. Instead of eatin' our wangs away Watchin' all the girls with the sister
, I need to plant my seeds Since these bitches won't cut I'll rely on my hand to breathe Fuckin' this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly And her four older sisters
you go? Bass, how low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows Once again, back is the incredible Rhyme animal, the incredible D Public Enemy number one Five
pockets Dig real deep, and give until it hurts Alleviate your guilt Free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters Please give a ten, twenty five
grunning just to make a dialog, Turned into a far dialog Everybody screaming "holla" Must my people get me shutter? No, just keep on gettin' harder, Mother, sister, sister
don't front Now I'ma play ya like the government And give ya what I think ya want That native river to make ya rock with one another 'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters
notes to get still I never met another dealer with that appeal With those electric eyes, hypnotized Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye Bee eyes, bouncin' five
all; shoulda seen the hoe Nigga pack ya shit, tou out the do', ohh What about the fight in the Mirage? I seen ya Benz, parked outside my sister's garage
you Glamour boy You got 'em standin' in the aisles so don't hang 'em up For twenty-five thousand dollars you can look like a woman tonight For twenty-five
AWAY WRITERS BURTON CUMMINGS, BILL IVENIUK One cloudless morning was it day or night The sun and the moon were bright Take one away Two holy sisters