's about, why would? Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans Mash it up, the one with the beard Mega mustache the beat, hide it Deep under sheets
be rude of me but your so damn fine What you do to me got me feeling kinda crazy Baby let's just do it right now Would it bother you if we go to my
said if you'd just reach underneath this bed And untie these weights I could surely fly She's still smiling but she's tired She'd like to hear that last bell ring You know
You get to feeling uptight And wish you were feelin alright And you know you're white And you ain't got no soul And theres no one with a hole nearby
got ripped on wax So he snitched just to get me back No matter what you say dog your shit be whack You better watch what you say it might get you clapped
when the ruger clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe You got reservations in heaven, you
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
And you still gotta smile for the camera You thought everything would be all to the good You ain't got as much money as you thought you would (Didn't
to pieces. You need to get away, you need a holiday, you need a change of air! You need an ocean cruise, you need to be amused
vacations You have had since you've been here. Here's the one thing that the people of America Are beside themselves to know: They would like to know
a walk He was looking real tough He learned how to talk From the right people From the right people And strolling down by the magazine stand You know
this horrid disgrace I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you "The acid had shifted gears on him; the
strings on me Dutch puppet You have no strings Your arms is free To love me by the Zuider Zee Ya, ya, ya If you would woo I'd bust my strings for you French puppet You
could I would write you some way out of this, but my gift is useless. And you said no. Write me a poem to make me happy. So I write. Move pen move
the pain I know that that?s some ignorant shit to be saying But if I was you and you was me then you would spit it the same You viciously maimed, bleeding
wrong) Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . CARLOTTA (to the OTHERS) His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! GIRY (to CARLOTTA) Signora - would you