the road Once you find out, ya gonna light up You have to, you have to, you have to go man Hey, you have to, you have to, you have to go man Tie up your
't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some (Go get you some, go get you some) Nigga don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some
we'll lay you down You don't wanna be six feet underground So get up, we don't play around You gotta watch your back when you outta town Get up, when you
steel cock You feel hot I warn you, what? I never call you slut or diss you that's why my initials is on your butt I get it up when you need it, promise
! She wouldn?t let me go, And you better get up outta the bed if your aint hollerin? I know you want me though So you better get on top of the head, if you
you Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed Pickles, so terribly sharp is the pricking And you're hot and you're cross and you tumble and Toss
I need him to help me if he can (Narrator & Ensemble) Poor, poor Pharaoh What'cha gonna do Dreams are haunting you, hey What'cha gonna do (Narrator) Chained and bound
Thinkin' how you left me for dead, California bound And when you hit the coast, maybe you'll finally see And then you'll turn it all around and you'll
want to see jumpin? F*** that! I want to see some fists pumpin? Risk somethin', take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you
together And to bring on a brother That's bound to lay more dips in your hips More gliiiiide in your stride And if you don't dig what's next You got
, you're bound to make a mess of it 'Cause you're bound, you're bound You're bound, you're bound She laid me down in a golden sheets Lord, save me,
I wrote to you last night Because I couldn?t sleep My conscience felt the paradox Of law between the sheets When I woke up this mornin' I knew I had
video and front like you hold shit You playing a role that been on file a hundred times Coming around with the same gun running rhymes I read your rap sheet, you
But the truth was bound to show before too long Their love had started growing on its own You can't outrun the long arm of the law No, you can't outrun
I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home For singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
round reality chase down insanity here where i hit ground and it's bound to be almost profound to me to be sound asleep beneath my roof, between my sheets
then you're gonna have to look out for you In desperate need of a little more religion To nurse your God like point of view Flying, flying Fool on the sheet