Mmmm... uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh oh How can I find a way to tell you this; the things you seem to do all over me? Read a dictionary; understand
show you what the gun do My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two Now when the funds due who still gonna front you Son dude you might get slumped on a humble Might get a
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Michael, message to Michael He sings each night in some cafe In his
got a shotty my niggaz, oh, Lord I feel sorry for your mudda fucker, give a fuck what you say Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape It's two
Jack, that son of a guns are comin' " Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a
Suspicions rising, answers aren't clear I thought we made a promise, now you've disappeared You seem to lead two lives at a time Do I still fit in, I
made for the navy Young n-ggas ready to grapple down ya buildin? I?m living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm Can?t be faded, two pills a
save me Take one for you, two for me, son pay me 89 seven set and let out crazy Cafe open 1:30 in the a.m. The street vigilante real do or die agent
On a postcard by a glass of wine In a small cafe just outside of Paris By a rope swing danglin in the breeze Carved in the bark of a dogwood tree in Kansas
Jane was an actress, now she's a waitress Steve's at the cafe parking cars A year or two back they were going places Now they're just staying where they
I found her in a dirty little cafe In an obscure part of Reno, sleeping in a corner Her features suggested further beauty But the picture she presented
his army greens Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he
the way in a small cafe, found the will He met Miss Bonnie And a little bit of her was a little too much A few movies and a few months later The feeling
gun do My murder game like a Roy Jones one, two Now when the funds due who still gonna front you Son dude you might get slumped on a humble Might get a
buildings That block out my view Watched by a tramp With a hole in his shoe Standing alone On the corner He's thinking that work Is all a big joke
She's gonna jump and holler, 'cause I've saved up my last two dollars We're gonna search and find that preacher man Now I'm a singin' Elvira, Elvira
Spread your wings for new orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to martha, message to martha She sings each night in some cafe In her
I DRILLED RAN DRY WE WERE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN HE'S A DRIFTER AND A
