pretty view what if what goes around is just a naked crying clown and the clouds split down the middle and a mighty hand comes down and we think that we are saved
shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama'
the business A platium V-12 Wanna ride it nigga? You can't afford to buy it nigga Cost your whole life savings just to try it nigga Y'all ain't shit (
NYC Got nothin? on this city Save all that cryin? for the queen Go back to the motherland Have your mama hold your hand If you eat your eggs with runny beans Save
She said, "Maybe your life's gone to hell But that's a tour of duty she didn't sign up for" When you can't save yourself you save somebody else Maybe
Angelene, she?s such a pretty thing All dolled up in her hip huggin? jeans Mama?s heels and her ruby red rouge Sneakin? out while her daddy?s passed out
to take them, as usual I was gone You've had to grow up much too quick and you've done it on your own You did it without mama 'cause mama wasn't home
] sweet paper messiah how i sacrifice you, i sacrifice you [save me, save me] dear, sweet paper messiah [save me, save me, save me, save me] my offering
you can hear real far Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy, whoop whoop Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly, whoop whoop
vice It has to do with lots of lovin' and it ain't nothin' nice Relax yourself girl, please settle down (It ain't nothin' nice) Relax yourself girl,
he loves you girl and you better know it We're all we got in this world When it spins When it swirls When it whirls When it twirls Two little beautiful
1... 2... 3 This is gonna be funky How come all the pretty girls like you are taken baby I've been looking for someone like you to save me Life's to
cat Mugs He got iced the other day He could have saved his mama The dry cleanin' bill my way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer
round Oh, pretty please I love you but I hate to put you down Yeah, my jellyroll is sweet, that it is It sure is hard to beat, well, I know they want it
I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', mama Must I shake 'em on down Pretty girl's got They don't know What it is Make me drunk at that old Whiskey
bum [All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All
bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin' solo for the Pope Tell your mama
