I'm not the one you saw around the tree early that day I'm not the ghost that crossed your path and made you think that way It seems to be too much for
' cotton sacks And eatin' butter beans everyday Yeah, I'm a sweet young thing I just turned eighteen And I'm unhookin' the latch 'Cause I've got too much
break your bones *** thanx to lili for this one *** Green eyes He called me magdalene So much my eyes have seen Cleopatra Would have wept for these of green
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing
live where the grass don't grow A big high rise or a small condo If I never blow again it'll be too soon Won't ever touch another garden tool I'll sip
too hard as if you where drunk) Donald: and the Champion is now laughing very hard, uh one might say a little too hard, but none of the less, he drops
Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. Verse 2-(Buk) Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, 'cause we too much for the industry to
crew, keepin' it gangsta Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day B Day nigga get up
comes too soon As the first sign of spring Air is getting warmer By the day As the thaw begins So put a corner on this page The leaves are green again
me YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on
Just awakened at the minute from a dream that had you in it I can still hear your sweet talking But the next day you'd be walking out on me Some day soon
like a night creeper Clean up your set as I spray you with the street sweeper Too much hard times and I'm tired of taking I needs the mutherfucking green
double murder 25 with an l Can you help me with my lawyer I'm gettin kinda broke Good girl gone bad Niggas got smoked Can't talk too much about it on
for the day, I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away, My life is just fading, and oh I felt so alone, The nearest young maiden was, a full day
kid walks in His reputation's bigger than gasoline I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too, ha ha Pool hall richard You're far too wicked we
yeah And when I do best to believe ya through Cause we do not take prisoners in the good old u s of a Too much red tape to mas-sey Plus the press say
want a man who likes to drink Or leaves his dirty dishes in the sink I don't want a man who wants his mummy A balding pest with too much dummy I don
be dumpin on them foes, Catching cases highspeed chases, 40 gz and 2 kilos, give me everything, 'cause I ain't all the world seem, Seen to much mother