why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most She said why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most It always happens that way It
]: Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, it's Busta
the silver screen, It's all in my mind, Love is a litany, A magical mystery, And all in good time, and all in good time, And all in good time.. It's all
I seen It is I that step up, me that don't give a fuck You that bold, then it's all over soldier Hummers and range's through the desert Fuck a twenty
't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn Damn God, you're killin' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's
He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad
think you got a piece of my heart on your face It's a shame to let it go waste How does it taste? How does it taste? Break it down in pieces, make it
that I seem to go, all people they know There goes that man Cadillac's steady move, all ladies choose it There goes that man Been all around the world
shake it, don't break it It took ya momma 9 months to make it I say shake it, dont' break it It took ya momma 9 months to make it Well scrub the ground
you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing You know it's best to join the side that's gonna win And no one's sure how all of this got started But
recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen And the old chemistry, just reared it's
his death, the world's greatest nay It ain't hear or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to But I know you
) Call the doctor, give him all you got Shock him, he gon' tell you it's too late Call the doctor, give him all you got Shock him, it's too late Don
deliver it lady My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering "Stay on ya toes villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling!" (hey) Blistering lines
marrows Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My office like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's
town He's gonna die from over work There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you, you ain't shit And you almost believe it Broke and mistaken all
