would you spend the rest of your life with me what can i do what can i say to make you feel the same way, that i do every time i look at the phone i'm
sky would you spend the rest of your life with me what can i do what can i say to make you feel the same way, that i do every time i look at the phone i'm
. . . What did you do? I’m the revenger, Murderer! No! I’m the revenger! Murderer! No I’m the . . . black hand of death! Sixty-five hundred days . . . I’m
not fuckin around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga
share a pill or two with me? I'll share my valium with you cause I'm feelin you Britney! I'll trade you a blue one for a pink one Ever since a schoolgirl
. Dre Dr. Dre (What up?) I got a question if i may (Yea?) Is it gay to play putt putt golf with a friend (yeah) And watch his butt butt when he tees off
a-bye-baby, huh... (Chorus) And when I'm gone, just carry on Don't mourn, rejoice Everytime you hear the sound of my voice Just know that, I'm lookin
mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ? Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo I had a
Spliff Star] We been together for a few years Shared a few tears Called each other nicknames Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear I'm always on the road I'm hardly
try to tell me I was pharoah (no no no) I’m not with detention no no with suspension A child’s wickeddy wild the calbridge hill styles Teach us just a
and fists You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the
, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian
been seen Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and
sixty five days have gone by now, and I could paint a picture of you. I see you everytime I pass your locker, remember the time we talked 'till six a.m
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties [Chorus] Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition I'm on a
] Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube And I'm rollin' with the motherfuckin' Neptunes When I'm caught off, I got a sawed-off A
nowhere I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin' Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz it's a wrap niggaz,
