I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquour counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar, I shoot for the moon
for two And I'm the meanest motherfucker in my crew Do him, boom, hit another shot Ran for cover [Gun Shot] [Ice-T] Awww shit, got my little brother
In the morning after dark Come on, SoShy I got a little secret for ya, I never sleep when comes the night But every time I smack my fingers I switch back into the light My moon
finally happened for me I know you made me different for a reason god I think I know why (why) I know you put me to it for a reason god I think I know
off smoking that cheech and chong "What's wrong?" The club and the moon is full And I'm lookin' for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to
And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon Get busy, get busy, you know it I ain't gonna work for
, but all of it I saw a great man turn into a little child The cancer reduce him to dust His voice growing weak as he fought for his life With a bravery
act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy Bust up in the court and shoot
in his believing Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star she was softer
Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta I've been thinking about Kool Keith's ass for a long time
split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more lyrics I
in Jesse's bed And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot
Well now on a summer night in a dusky room Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon In his mother's
and one thing's for certain You're cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers
' out, blowin' out Black on time been still layin? like I said Under the screen, be a eight wonder So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist Fit
my pools by the nap of their hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes Was it that the rebirth was the birth for
to move us for the styles we flaunt But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain Plus seen my moneys gettin' smoked for change I face left in the round up Pound
the Clock snitching Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he be itching Shimmy, Shimmy Cocoa Pop, the glock went pop Tell me, tell me who shooting and who got shot