York woman born to run you down Still want my lipstick all over your face There's somethin', somethin' about Just knowin' when it's right So put your drinks for Nebraska For
t really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Verse Two: Lil' Kim When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough Fuck Domino's, strictly dice Bet you niggaz won't flow for
I am crushing the birth Of any potential memory Hey, I'm still way erect For you're not going to lie You cured me of my death anxiety Only took you two
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
the the liposuction, breasts implants We loved our women do you think perhaps Tv, magazines dictates what beauty is? That's foolishness if you know who you is No two
the Home invasion DEA like to raid, You might get your home raided Went up in it Like a halfback from the Raiders Bring a half mac Anything for that paper Two
'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made casket for
the singing, it don't mean nothing without you The fast cars, the guitars, they are all just second to This life, this love that you and I have been dreaming of for
have lost that guy I knew And with a drink or two, any bad excuse would do I would like to quit my job, take a trip around the world I would like to live for
I say uh, one time You say uh, ready One time, uh, good God, ha Now I'm gonna ask for two Can you give me two? Can I get two, two times? Uh, good God
in this old guitar This life I'm bound to lead, ain't for the faint of hearts So you won't fall for me, ya know what's good for you 'Cause I still got
, oh! - working for the next day, eh! Four days to go: working for the - Three days to go now: working for the next day, yeah! Two days to go: working for
saw you back in 1982 An LA bar, I've come so far un my Kansas dancing shoes I'm just a singer and I'm looking for a song Do you want to sing along? Two
't lie for gold, no, no, no Don't lie for love, turns out cold If life depends, just get out whole Don't lie for less, no, no, no, no Marie, Marie Helena
pa said, "Son, listen hear, I know You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go" So he pulled his hat down over his eyes Headed out for them western
When beef come areound can't let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed
A family of musicians took shelter for the night In the little harbor church of St. Cecilia Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine Rose of Jericho
