Sing to me a prayer of hope and strength. I will sing to you As if my chest is glass. As we build, please give us solid ground. When the rain becomes
and fields Passing towns that have no names Freight yards full of old gray men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing, ?Good morning,
[singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
What's my name, got chicks twisted like What's my game? Pimp things still the same I smash it, I don't harass it Ma' I'm a baller I score and pass it
it goes back, and then it goes And then it goes And everybody will be singing it And you and I will be singing it And we all will be singing it When
girl all the bad guys want She likes the godsmack and I like agent Orange Her cd changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad She said she'd like to score
've gotta say goodbye but first I'll take a minute And put in it every note that Chopin wrote And I shall sing the little minute waltz And hope that I can sing
too If Momma was married Momma get out your white dress You've done it before without much success Momma, Godspeed and God bless We're not keeping score
inside the club .. with the money with me yeah nigga is so .., is so ... .... fire flights swagging at me turn up to the .. niggas ain't 'cause the sing
killas And we never taking shit from off another nigga Every time I had mo of to dank Niggas think I be finish But I got mo in the tank I'ma score about
junk Think of what you say, think of what you do Think of what you try to put us through We're just singing our song When you put us down, it ain't
go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' Singing
punch through metal fa sure I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for I used to boost pedals ? NowI'm ? vocal peddal the four let this settle the score
don't play by the book One dose of volume That's all it took I've seen it, I've done it I've heard it before Now it's my turn To settle the score I'll sing
propa boss Her prob'em is she don't mean to brag, big girls don't cry, they don't even gag....huh....straight to the point, hadda nigga wanna score like
by the score Kawliga beats his old tom tom while she sweeps the floor Minni-ha-cha She works her fingers to the bone While ol' Kawliga sings an Indian
from the kingdom of not With galactic sure shot, they can't, won't, don't stop Flock to the rhythm I bring Sing songs call survival on the Mingus revival Scored
my lean, me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess
