U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E 1994, rushin' through the door
you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee
Cha You cannot lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed Steppin to us not wise, told you
open your eyes, look around You feel the earth it wanders out From under your feet the ground Is not firm but soft and weak like skin Under the touch
Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through To make unknown things that seem impossible possible Mastering all obstacles, and all courses Striving to absorb the Earth
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers knocked at your back door Oh, last night and the night before Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers knocked at your back door Tommyknockers knocked at your back door Tommyknockers knocked at your back door
got this touch that revolve the earth I know you sweat when I'm out on tour I was IMX immature before Lot a broads just step round my hotel door Couldn
then to now Just watching BET like what the fuck, son? This is foul But that square box don't represent the sphere that we live in The earth is not a
get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
they? Think about, what, what? Baby, girl, you know exactly what I want No, I'm not tryin' to replace your man I just want one night to touch you all
into the wrong pair of hands And truth was sold They bought it for, oh, so much less Then it was worth And every man that touched it Found a heaven on earth
is You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya
way glass Well it's not what it's cracked up to be I'll tell you that much You can look But you can't touch Like Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind And
I never felt this way before Yes, I swear its the truth And I owe it all to you. 'Cause I had the time of my life And I've searched through every open door
no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not
) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet door.
like a butterfly but sting like Poison Ivy Drive a 69 Linc' suicide doors Around the town slinking fat subs of course We're the greatest show on earth
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you