cheer Dissolves into his memory Taste of vodka on his lips And thoughts of murder and doom As her eyes appeared to bloom He wanted to touch them But
my ear And a mass of empty hands clapping With an empty cheer When in the distance was some soul music That they couldn't hear Neared the speaker with the plastic song
and bowlegged runnin up behind her Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house Man right cher
!) And clear the air [Verse 2: Shabba Ranks] Some a fi look, some a fi stare, some a fi jump, some a fi cheer From Halfway Tree right back to Madison
day my clouds was grey And it seemed like my angels couldn't blow them away But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX But I was still ridin' in them
was gonna write you a love song but you screwed it all up playing games noow ya just a lame whos __ outta luck (crazy ass bitch) i almost wrote you a love song
one another, it's hard nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars it's ironic, it's the same for the artists rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering
what made me want the gold medal!!!!! Cheer on the circus clowns "This is the best of towns" What do you get from them That you couldn't get from me
made me want the gold medal Cheer on the circus clowns "This is the best of the towns" What did you get from them That you couldn't get from me? It'
from the tip I watch the fat lady sing a song On how we guerillas in warfare And I?m the kingest kong They say we dreamin wrong Them same strips that
park Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps 'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them Bud Like them frogs
Cher is show case, 5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on), Back then Shawty D was gone, Flat heat right here was on, They put me on the song back then
Now she cheer for the Dolphins I know them niggas impressed 'Cause you don't see her kind often She ain't one for the talkin' She just wa-want them dollars
from the tip, I watch the fat lady Sing a song on how we guerrillas in warfare And I'm the Kingest Kong, they say we dreamin' wrong Them same strips
for free) [* Cheering *] Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good) My whole calendar is open Dana you can bang her (Ah but it hurts so good) From
you all these years Do the right thing 'cause after the tears, come the cheers I will, my Lord, with my heart and my soul That's gonna be how I roll, from
-3-4 Oh yes, Am a traveling man No place to call my own I travel on the wind, Blow home Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine Sing you a song take
the chart Today! I would be delighted If it did. Yep. Yeah. Would you Greet our listeners Send them A big hello From osaka? Certainly! How do you
