said she's the one Hopin you saw me and said he's the one Fuck it, let's get the fuck on Back to the pad and get our fuck on [Chorus One: Lil Rob] We
me..from rappin' because it pay's me Orale, that's what I say Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap
just turned and walked out the door It's your time, it's your time, it's your time right now Ohh, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta feelin' Ohh it's gonna, it's
your balls Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls What's this? Dead end, doors locked It's a long way back, just knock Oh should've turned
I see a storm comin it's all most time to roll Screw the head on come on come It's the dugish rugish bone Ok it's time hit the switch turn it up a hertz
Punk rock in the projects The snake in the back is back And if ya hate, better wait Better play the back Cause they scream from the nosebleed seeds On
-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? The definition of Gouda, what's the definition? Chalupa,
good for your health? what do you deserve? you choose your road you're on your own without a lover to call your own what's it really
's hope for peace, let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. (peace, peace, peace, peace...) Peace - let's hope
Well, we've come a long long way And there's no turning back The road ahead is clear at last We can search our whole life through Never knowing what we
(Ay yo Josh Ay yo where the fuck you at man? What you mean you on your way yo Our session was at 9 its fuckin' 11 Im out here, blow smokin L's Waitin
for the cause, coming at your door You're nigga dead and he don't know what he died for What about that nigga that struggling, ain't sleeping right What
and stop turning to look back pack your bags and board a train travel on a different track don't be afraid to take the chance to make a different turn
point where I can`t hold myself. You shouldn`t hold me back; it has to be done. Please turn me on, turn me on; I can`t hold it. Please turn me on, turn
want me teach 'em what they don't know how I'm a goin' to Jackson turn loose my coat Yeah I'm a goin' to Jackson goodbye that's all she wrote They laugh
nothing but actors You're way of character but now who's the bomb It's Will from West Phil just slightly transformed Y'all know what it is Ah damn that's
done made records Made monetary often that flow More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong It's all over regardless what you say when I'm gone What now? What
and phallic The highways traffic added to Friday's madness The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep's