Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring Six white cars and I put that on everything White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent White Range, white
books To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans Asian, Arabs and gave them gold when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold
savoir faire is patterns. All we see are patterns, the patterns that repeat! Wallpaper, skyscrapers, funny papers, patterns! Evergreens, nouvelle cuisine, human beings, patterns! Garden rakes, wedding cakes, rattlesnakes, patterns! Golden
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts ain?t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh but now I?m eating off of rather yellow gold exquisite ravioli with
it ain't real, it's fools gold There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh, oh For me it ain't real, yes it's fools gold Fools gold, fools gold
no other Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad And say I gave a wedding ring
you're happy just the same Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel That should be ringing out for you and me Down the aisle with someone else you're walking Those wedding
seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die But she lived long enough for her to testify Now Walter Browning was a happy married man He wore a golden wedding
, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold
know where this shit is headin' For a dead-end, stop your sweatin' Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin' Snuck up on you at your wedding At your
in every way I can But make sure that's what you want while you're still free The only gold I have for you is in this wedding band 'Cause all I have
thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display Golden
hard I tried I had a ring on my finger and time on my hands The woman in me needed the warmth of a man The gold turned cold in my wedding band It's
' than me and you And she can do things to a man, you never dreamed a woman could do If you think you'll keep your man with a golden wedding band You
being Miss Thing with this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9ne Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne If I did no music, then would you respect mine This wedding
you gon' be alright Uncle Che? I'm like man, look Yeah, sister, don't you know You're worth, more than gold, yeah (Way more than gold) And sister, don
all my ladies sing) Hold me tight and call me your lady (Say it louder) Let me scream your name And the wedding band you love In the gold chain you
