you that Love is real, you keep wishing... but ** my love is real My love is real My love is real My love is real Bastard in love, they push, you
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors [Verse 1: The Game] Check it! I'm the Bastard
child I was born with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with
That ain't real rap You're broke back with your saddle axe SAS klack-klack-klack Bodies in a black bag Thinking about the punk rock shit like Black Flag
you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa Hey yo Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car Drop lex, black truck,
i just miss this nigga and now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample) My name is ol dirty bastard
that will save you from that casket And I copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard See those niggas who trigger happy? Maybe they will
of Hell lie momenterally unguarded. Raging flames carved by the innocence of the angel's hearts will release forth their wealth of centuries of God loving
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors [Verse 1: The Game] Check it! I'm the Bastard Of
(head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] [Chorus 4x] Hey yo . . . Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the "Lazy
bonds as braid their lovely hair Let fa the bitter tears of black despair Proud Edward calls the dragon flag to fire, blood and wing Rape and murder mercies of the bastard
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, they were questioning who the real threat is. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague. no
AUTHOR: Sage Francis By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, they were questioning who the real threat is. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst
Verse 2] Ill Bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or Black Flag Tales from the darkside,
verse 2] Ill bill's seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or black flag Tales from the darkside,
I was born with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with matches
just miss this nigga And now I understand the meaning of love, when I kissed the nigga [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] My name is Ol' Dirty Bastard