, Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin' out the garden in a day I'm like a young Marvin in his hay I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit. Seen life aint a game it remains intense, Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a
Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is
back as a special guest by special request And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again They may have to wrestle to get it back You know, as a
silence seekin for termination Good fella with the double M, nine milla Reign, pop a top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range
se mettra a pleuvoir A pleuvoir Tres tres fort Mais pas de soucis Pour ceux qui nous ecoutent Car sur readymade fm On garde le sourire Et la bonne humeur
in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve You know, that's a lot of money to her Well, it'
knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the
they buzz terribly I hate mosquitoes 'cos they like to bite me I hate mosquitoes 'cos they buzz terribly Here comes mosquitoes from a damp, green, Japanese garden
the garden path And I will follow, I will follow I saw you on a downtown street Eating peaches in an apple tree You said, "Take my hand And we'll be a
lead me down the garden path And I will follow, I will follow You were on a downtown street Eating peaches in an apple tree And then you took my hand This be a
was World War II When this man named Kenji woke up Ken was not a soldier He was just a man, with a family, who owned a store in L.A. That day, he crawled
Lives on a farm, got plenty of charm, beep, beep He's got no cows but he's sure got a whole lotta sheep And brand new wife and a family And when he comes
[Japanese version only] Like Orroro in the garden she came to me to set my burden free Cold I lay in the autumn night like a phoenix flying high she
She's an automatic He's a cosmic man They will get together They should know better by now They meet in a garden Down in old Japan Where young love's
There's a story told of a little Japanese Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees Miss Butterfly's her name, a sweet little innocent child was
from crawlin' through. Well it's a funny old world ma, Where a little boy's wishes come true. Well I got a few in my pocket, and a special one just for
Today my baby left me with a smile upon her face she was talking japanese about some individual space and now I find myself inside this jumbo bed I cannot
