alone I estimated a love My estimation was wrong See i never knew What you were going through But i just got back Now let's see where your at How could you have doubted That I'd
Last born of the clan First one to be free Lived inside a house Beneath the hanging tree Loved them deadly nights That chilled him to the bone Words were
've got a baby named Pebbles Well I've got I've got a doggy named Dino We do a little bowling and we drink a little vino Well I've got a little buddy
I'd Rather Be with You Babe (yes I do) I'd rather beeeeee with youuuuuuuuuuuu [Chorus] Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather
it right the first time playa haters and snakes waitin' for mistakes But that's the breaks the highs and lows Of the industry D.I.T.C. and X to
this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin' a
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio Now see I jumps up, without a doubt Not a question being
my folk ain't got no mo' bail Cuz' first it's me, and then it's you I say first it's me, and then it's you (J-Bo) Now over the years as a Youngblood,
don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on
O.D.s cause they talk pleas and includin G's like you and me (you and me) The first step was going to set a trap So in a short period they convince da
't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida) A hundred grand on my
we're young, rescuers working to clean up the crashes before she can see what they've done , nobody told her she'd lose in the first round, The last
with a (chicka chicka chicka) I can't call it, same shit different toilet Oh you got a nice ass darling Can't wait to get you into my benz, take you for a
fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughin' at you. It become a problem you're too pussy to tackle, get up, Be a man, stand, a real man
a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party without a care Like a body without a head Lookin' like a
down It's not true well maybe half and half You know I love you but I still like a laugh Ooh I'm feeling fine I got it right for the first time Sweet
my God! [Eminem] These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin him, check the pulse!" A kid who refused to
I'd roam the streets so much they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and