What a cruel heaven she must have. But it's all right it's all right it's just a hard old world and we both know it's all right. Her hand grabs a heavy
, just flooded with ice And you can spend all day and chill, all night Come sleep with the king, peep what I bring Every few weeks it's a bigger size
's came we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spill it, I own you all
flame, addressing the strange It's Wu-Tang Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's
rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood it's over But it's cool We just keep it goin and make new
can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad My tea's gone cold
of being slightly repetitious gonna ask you now to STOP!) STOP! (Sending me that) CRAP! (I don't want it!) DON'T SEND IT TO ME!! DON'T SEND IT TO ME
stuck in a closet with Vanna White Night after, night after, night after night All right! Doctor, won't you tell me, am I going insane? Was it something
it's time up But I see right now I was deadly wrong (I was wrong) Scent is ohh so strong Feel like an animal 'Cause I can smell it through the phone
I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom
s so we blowing the trial Look it's a setup, yo Kim come on (I'm right behind you baby) Yo Kim come on (I'm right here with you man) Lord I cry (I cry
It's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy It's only right that I address this
sex, I was occupied by that bad move, right hand, glass of wine left hand, cold brew "excuse me homie, step off my new shoes" "my bad" "it's cool" shit
booty So I can swing my roo-too-tootie Let it hang from left to right Do my thang to ya all damn night Like that y'all... [ Mike G ] ...and the beat goes
money Get big, get big, get big, get big This that Dirty Money crew Yeah, hey yo Dorrough, it's ys boy Diddy It's big nigga talk right here motherfucker
is here, listen close Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the niggaz Most niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness No offense but your flow's
grenades and a chopper right under my mattress Please don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you I promise it's nothin for your family to lose you It's
pimp Ha, you know I get it, gucci new fitteds Deputy Diggum Dan, give em the business Ha, dont fake the funk you know we get it girl KC they know the camped all
