heat that's heavy - that's president Bullets flyin for them dead guys - that's president Led meltin inside your wig - that's president 20's 50's and
game Let's get there [Joe Budden] Sometimes you think you better off with that 9 to 5 Til you remember all the times you got fired Sometimes you wanna
, no, you tell me all your doings! Tell me. Tell me how you pass your days how you pass your days Tell me from the beginning. from the
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11 Whether you're white and the music you like is rock You can come and get some
hand and an AK-47 in the other. Well you look at me, America, you look at me and you look at me good! You see you created me. And I am nothin? if not
vacations You have had since you've been here. Here's the one thing that the people of America Are beside themselves to know: They would like to know
scatter bitch so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row so think again if you think that you
You don't know how this story goes You don't know how this story's told You don't know how my story goes You don't know how its told A man waits in
teach 'em what they don't know how I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat 'cause I'm goin' to Jackson JUNE: Goodbye, that's all she wrote JUNE
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven, in a cab or the back of 7-11, Whether you're white and the music you like is rock, you can come and get some
hands just so I know I?m not insane? Ever get the feeling you been played? Well, that?s rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, we may face a scorched
From the right people And strolling down by the magazine stand You know Lucy looks good She hold out her hand Ah he's the right people He's the right
to cry a bit Want to make myself complete Want to break you up Want to make you up Want to wail into the sheets Want to make myself complete Want to make mine Take you
, first your parents just don't understand Then you having these crazy nightmares) I know, why me man, why me? (What's next) Now these girls man you know how
don't understand Then you having these crazy nightmares Prince: I know why me man why me Jazzy: what's next Prince: now these girls man you know how it
told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen I was either lying to you or just joking You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking, You could, stomach how your sheets
You dream, you make movies, you dance Moved to Montreal to be closer to France How's that working out? Hows the music, hows the food? I know you