I know I should be grateful For things you might have done I know I should be grateful Staying still, instead of run I guess the party's over But where
the git down for Illtown Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy And you could ask my uncle Randy I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother
at the go go when they see me in my toga My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair My hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah, I adore it Hallelujah, Mary loved her son, why don't my
the world 'cause i'm 2Pac: Stuck in the game, me agains't the world baby FlipBoy: Ye, it's just us agains't the world! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Can you picture my
Upstate we puff grate and stay with the sticky like duct tape Always pushing my self and steady knowing the ledge Black man over 21 supposed to be dead
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
me never want to fall Mommy said, you where a cheat You see another baby Another hole to bleed through me Until there's nothing left at all I'm grateful
your ass outside, burn your mother's house Bring pet mice and scare your sister with my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed and leave him there dead
, I mean, with a bullet? That's really important Listen baby, would I lie to you Just to run my fingers through your pukes? Don't talk to me that way
nobody happy I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto I can't talk about shit I don't know Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby That's why you
penetrate Your womb is a sewer I grunt at the grate Your womb is a sewer, your womb is manure But still, I'm worse My life is a sinkhole egregious and
I'm protecting my home. If Mr. Walker makes the mistake of coming to my door I will deal with him. (The baby begins to cry. SARAH'S FRIEND enters.)
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead] Alright! Hey, are we ready? Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is trouble
lows) (All goin' down, end of the road) Oh darlin', I can't find No love anymore (Oh my baby, ooh) Here I am, I'm waitin' So call me, baby Oh, call
those you hate could only spectate, I was kissing my mate through iron grates while the guards wait, 50 cent rate for making license plates. My papermate
CITIZENS OF OZ: Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was The enemy of all of us here in Oz Is Dead! Good
the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step When the riots form, my woman keeps
Grateful Dead, a??Gloria (live)a?? Dick's Pick's Volume 21: Richmond, Virginia, 11/1/85 [Live] (Disc 3) [2001] Wanna tell you about my baby, you know