Uptown got it's hustlers The Bowery got it's bums And 42nd street got big Jim Walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Ya, he's big and dumb as a man
my little song in that ol back room He would bob his head and say, damn, oh, that's you But by the Black album I was blacking out Party at S.O.Bs
that Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat Just show me where your dick's at Music's up Listen hot stuff I'm in love With this song So just hush
in Cleveland, Ohio … and it’s chilly, kids are going to school … the grass is frosty … this should be my theme song to life … Hello, Cleveland … Chip’s
pumpkin song In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something's
everyone In the Ragpicker's Dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling In our glasses of beer Me and my associate Like the service in here there's A ten
It sounds a little crazy a little scattered and absurd But that's what you get When you play a country song backwards Oh play that song When you play a country song
hit it once, and watch the dude come back, Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack, Missy be a mack, that's a true fact [Chorus:]
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt
to Daddy I'm a kindone it, I'm a put my lips on ya lips, who's better, nigga you can ask Micheal Jack. who's badder, You can lick it from the front you
I let you have it Hold your legs open for me so I can really pack it I'm already rock hard, you ain't got to jack me Bet the tip of this tounge make
i was on you, your hoe's and them cowards Im'll do dirty Still a commssion and we all equal All lethal Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people It's
design and that's to funk you to the top. Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find, I got one design and that's to bump you til you
to sleep tonight bridge They know that Santa's on his way He's bringing lots of toys And goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy
it an' that's it and just remember who wrote that song me baby me KG: oh..... see its fucking simple thats one song in the bank next song KG:is
we've climbed K2 even stopped a moving train we've travelled through space and time my friends to rock this house again Rock! Kyle's fingers be silver BoTH Jack's
yo' fuckin' hat let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack) {Lord Infamous} Fornified pleasure girl lickin' every measure girl tryin' to find a tresure girl nigga it's
on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*] From