cheer Dissolves into his memory Taste of vodka on his lips And thoughts of murder and doom As her eyes appeared to bloom He wanted to touch them But
my ear And a mass of empty hands clapping With an empty cheer When in the distance was some soul music That they couldn't hear Neared the speaker with the plastic song
and bowlegged runnin up behind her Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house Man right cher
(Busta Rhymes)] I wanna clear the air, with the medal that's known to divide the whole atmosphere (Yeah!) And I love to share, them bullets come a dime
day my clouds was grey And it seemed like my angels couldn't blow them away But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX But I was still ridin' in them
was gonna write you a love song but you screwed it all up playing games noow ya just a lame whos __ outta luck (crazy ass bitch) i almost wrote you a love song
one another, it's hard nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars it's ironic, it's the same for the artists rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering
never wanted me But that's what made me want the gold medal!!!!! Cheer on the circus clowns "This is the best of towns" What do you get from them That
wanted me That's how you made me want the gold medal Cheer on the circus clowns "This is the best of the towns" What did you get from them That you couldn
watch the fat lady sing a song On how we guerillas in warfare And I?m the kingest kong They say we dreamin wrong Them same strips that them older cats
park Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps 'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them Bud Like them frogs
Cher is show case, 5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on), Back then Shawty D was gone, Flat heat right here was on, They put me on the song back then
Now she cheer for the Dolphins I know them niggas impressed 'Cause you don't see her kind often She ain't one for the talkin' She just wa-want them dollars
watch the fat lady Sing a song on how we guerrillas in warfare And I'm the Kingest Kong, they say we dreamin' wrong Them same strips that them older
the ones that played that guitar Girls with guitars (She wasn't any debutante) Girls with guitars (She didn't go out for cheer leading) Girls with guitars
talking] Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man (Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man) Nah man, I'm tellin' you (Another one of them
eyes) But I know what I gotta do (It'll be alright) You keep givin' me the word and I'll put it to song Talk to me, I'll talk to them and we can't go
-3-4 Oh yes, Am a traveling man No place to call my own I travel on the wind, Blow home Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine Sing you a song take
