a sermon one Sunday and uh It was about, it was a parable And it was talking about the uh, the disciples and Jesus When they were going through a corn
' to have a real good time Forget about thinkin', tryin' to free my mind I own my own Limousine and a Cadillac I got a million dollar tour bus and that's a
and my daddy sold his soul To someone called the devil that he'd met along life's road Dad would stop to drink a toast and mom was looking like a ghost
matters in just a matter of years (Yeah) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come
Let me hear you scream Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can? I know I can, I know I can Can an American a Republican fuckin'
'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth Will not be tolerated by the people in the street. In a sane society wealth and possession would not
think you break. It's destroyed, by your guitar. By your guitar, The stereo's blaring me, You scream, but I can't hear what your saying. There comes a time
-A-Fella We invite you to somethin' epic y'all know? Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation we come
was born with half a brain Sniffin 'caine, at celebrity basketball games You motherfuckers think I'm a gimmick cause I got a Cash Money tattoo and roll with No Limit (UNNNNGGGHHH!) The last time
I'm saying I come from a place where cats lust papes (Kweli) [umm uhh] Love hate, be in the clubs late [yea] All our beliefs crush grape (come on) Steady
do the time but i aint tryin cetch a Case I got da gun wit me, but u would get a 150 i keep da nine on my waiste take out a knife and put a nike sign
that I was wrong? They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They took a flower All along In its
I just take rips From a pipe, [Incomprehensible] a bong, yes I smoke 'Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a
packers when I?m out Yo i always flaunt it In a shirt that match a hat that reads "I got the chronic" [chorus] We come through with a gang of smoke
[TALKING] "A problem? Yeah I got a problem. Cause. . . I been waitin for how long for this shit to come out? Now this the tricks and treats shit, ya know
Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead... She lives in oklahoma, Where the storms come prairie fed, And the numbers keep
contracting sphincter Kind of a hole with a, with a, with a... Let's see, there's gotta be a way I can put this discreetly Let's say we hop in the isle
rest It's just a damn popularity contest Or a bribe or a favor Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major I sold a lotta records and a