Are you still mad I kicked you out of bed? Are you still mad I gave you ultimatums? Are you still mad I compared you to all My forty year old male friends
We're so furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me
[Hook: Claret Jai] We?re so furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion
[Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay packer I pack the
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. "It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think. Oh
Yo Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 Yeah, it's our world, please believe Niggas ain't real, please believe It's murda, please believe I N C niggas what's fucking
Lend me your gun, I've got someone to kiss I'm still nervous when I walk down the street, Fresh wounds, old wounds, every one knows Don't scream on me
"It's not really poetry but it's pretty", he said As he raises his voice, she lowers her head "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think Oh, Rose
Siempre estas al final de mis pasos al llegar No eres de la forma que te quiera dar Si te pinto he de hacer, estrategias de pincel Eres para el viento
why don't you save your sould? let loose your dogs of war abandon your done capital burn all your flags and hold onto hold onto nothing and the stones
Here in the shadows where we stand Watching lady, watching man Reading for pictures as they roll We see the planet lose control Hothead, evolution, nonstop
You see the world through your cynical eyes You're a troubled young man I can tell You've got it all in the palm of your hand But your hand's wet with
My kitten, my kitty cat. When she's content she purrs. She thinks the house is hers. But you won't like her when she's angry. No, you won't like her when
LET'S GIVE PRAISE TO MR. JACKIE CHAN CHINA'S NUMBER ONE CRAZY MAN WORKING HARD SO HIS AUDIENCE IS APPEASED HOLE IN HIS HEAD FROM FALLING OUT OF TREES
There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl, He's always
Illusions of memories were blending with the fragnence of jasmin from the patio like a wind out of yesterday which she felt pass by that had nothing to
Yo Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 [Ja Rule] Yeah It's our world, please believe Niggas ain't real, please believe It's murda, please believe I-N-C niggas what
I've been lost but I know who to turn to At any cost even if it means I'm gonna burn too There ain't no reason for me to be left out Listen to me son