[Chorus: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat [
How should I start? I'm so confused By now I'm sure you heard the news Cats I got workin' on the block, Got a plot for me to stop In my heart, I can't
OK.. got some for me? (San Quinn) Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell Another tale about that yayo Little girl once innocent and sweet
'My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are
Go 'head Romeo, Do Your Thing [CHORUS] I [?] wanna wit a freaky hoe Tappin' my shoulder, said let's go She turned around and said oh no Ima start loadin
"My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm coming on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I
Cat's eyes Circle the globe on protruding white stalks Dancers with green trays, baskets Snakes slither and probe A bridge of dog size A bench, a chair
[Lyrics by Jean Schumacher] Sound and Fury Smoke and flames How can all this be Studs and leather Hell's whip flashing Coming down on me I've stayed
On the top of a hill where an icy wind's blowing there is a hole in the ground In the deep shadows between moss-grown deep rocks a demon is creeping around
Yeah, it's way up in the Black Hills Where we come from There's a girl and she warned me Don't pick up that gun, gun Oh, by the law of the land By the
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I help it, It's not me, it's my inner soul. Forgive me, Forgive me, hell raising angel, hell risin angel, I'm hells angel, hells angel, hells angel
the hive, we are the people We ring the bells of the 7 hells We bear the light, we bear the fire We ring the bells of the 7 hells Shiver, you have taken
Street hustler comes up to me one day And I'm walkin' down the street, mindin' my own business Now he looks me up and he looks me down and says "Hey man
Winter was an island, child Some of the friends you had been gone awhile It's a dark twisted line across your sea and into the wild People are looking
water again She says soft to a fault She believes the hardest things of all True love never did exist at all Ohh, she lives in a dark cloud of little hells
says soft to a fault She believes the hardest things of all To love never did exist at all Aw, aw, aw, aw She lives in a dark cloud of little hells