Pitt. And adopt a bunch of babies who ain't never had sh**. Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this. And last, but not least, grant somebody last
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last
adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last
adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this and last but not least grant somebody their last
a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last wish Its
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, ho's and gamblers 98 degrees on Christmas
scalp and bad weave "Get Ya Mind Correct" please, my wrist cold like winter breeze 'Cause I'm grindin up all night like little kids on Christmas Eve I
soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last,
heaven bone in the chest Yes, everywhere she step went off like a flare gun Stilettos on parquet floors Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three Bad
last near a lover not so fast here I'm hovering to make time slow down go back to last year we'll meet again but the characters are never gonna be the
smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
of an icy grave that pains. So I want you to swear that foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." Well, a friend's last need is a thing to heed
them to justic yet, you better go get 'em Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads (Trick Daddy) doin bad shooting bad and
last dirty too long Nigga I [Incomprehensible], so you know what I'm talking 'bout Take a nigga advice and get in and get out, baby boy 'Cause it ain't all bad
we can go to the mall or somethin' Heavy ass shit for the mob When I make a zillion I resign I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across When Christmas
all good We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, hoes and gamblers 98 degree's on Christmas
