made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak (Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets (Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Black Sheep Five, this is Red Dog One, come back [S.G.] This is Black Sheep, copy State your position [S.G.] Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin
marlo these my corners Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters Only dimes keep on my time sheet Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece
No remorse in my heart for the things it made me do All the blood that was shead like it wasnt even true Wake up in cold sweat sheets covered in red Then
Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never seen it Some people say I'm conceited but dougie
... Broke down the door to masks and stairs Dropped in the toxic ugly air, like gasoline it stings my face And lungs, pulled back the red sheets from
going to make it not this time when you say that could you look me in the eye let's paint this town in a sheet of red and burn like passion in our
Lipstick has a way of leaving More than just a mark on my sheets Coloring my senses cherry red At least for this week Kisses under starry night skies
south Dirty like red, it was the lifestyle I led Worshipping vanity, fornicating out of wedlock Locked in yesterday's trunk of secrets, I fled Went from sugar to sheet
mad but she can roll with me in the Lexus, we gone go and do it in the next is generation x's love first sexes ?? hey, and get it pass, red shoes on
rules Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk I kinda
birds I can see the feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em
go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G. Rap] New York, New York, the city that never sleeps Bodies, covered in white sheets
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak (Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets (Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'
red function keys Select the background colour the white the black the green the red. Changing changing changing minds changing changing changing minds . . . Count these pieces
Curt Billy Jeremy Pickles Steve Barry Mike E Jesse Mike C Nathan Stephen (Hooha hooha) Eric J Dirty Nathan Don Bolion I blow ya throat piece off (
next young freak, I met was Red I took her to my house and she gave me head She like blowin' dicks, is all she said We jumped in the sheets and we broke
world I see the chimney smoke Follow the family folk All covered up in sheets of red A sad dalmatian waits against the western gate He tries to steal my piece
