where I, I can't sleep without the thought of me being so, so damn sick. (I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick) But take this song, take this song away until
Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Summer sky and a throat bone dry And the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards
Nana Nana Niiiiii Yo I am a rapper slash nang singer song writer from when i was a younger even up to this day Man trying to drag me under What a bumba
, huh (WTC, Ghost-face) Lemme give y'all the bullshit Hook for y'all niggas, check it out The burners in the stash, we about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden
y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] The burners in the stash, we about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden
deck) [x4] Get your back thrown up like for a black lash Disrespect like you about to get dragged Stay true to the livin state next to Alabama (VA) Shawty hear the snap song
Like the man in the lazy e' It's great to have a place where you can hide Why you must amazes me Chorus Golden, Where are you? Sold on gold dust I
Artist: C-Murder f/ Mystikal Album: Trapped in Crime Song: What You Bout [M] You motherfucking well right. [C] What's happ'. Motherfucking
In the early dawn a stallion white Prances the hills in the morning light His bridle is painted with thunder and gold Orchids and dragons, pale knights
Egyptian song singer how it's always been Only crystal legends know I've lost the Kissing Ring The ring was golden small, unseen to those who crawl
lot of trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of Hell From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging hand clap over every dragging
To hold the flag of Hades high Defying all the gods Satan laughs the words of war The Heavens shake with fear Armageddon sings his song The battle's
car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat Found my old fired tape of the song
Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da (Yeah y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life") {sample repeated in song} Yeah It's like rolling
here for Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why) Labels actin' like it's good so they say so EPMD was always gold with no radio
and the potato drop/ Yo / but u ain't really that hood though/ yo girl really a hoe doe/ and ya whole hood know/ and I brought the chain really gold never