me, you?d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What? These niggaz know they can't fuck around What? You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you?d
You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably throw me straight to
had me jumpin? out of my seat Workin? her jaws to the beat She was a good dick sucker, I can?t lie Sucked so good I thought I?d die Bitch blew me up
the booth And the shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth The difference between me and you, I already done it And lived the street life, niggas run away
my woofer's bang Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's Triple gold D's, don't have to
with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say "Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that motherfucker away
G like everybody knows (As a young nigga) He's always G'd up, from head to toe (My memories as a young nigga) Always got it blown like Al Capone (Young
-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I
O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda
self from the top bunk with a belt (Yup) Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off She don't know how to do Tommy Lee I'd suck his dick off (Chorus
the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd
Willie John (Otis Blackwell, Henry Glover) Recorded Jan 4, 1958 King Single #5108 With Kelly Owens-piano Evrett Barksdale and George Barnes-guitar Al
10. "Our Sweet Love" Time: 2:40 Brother Publishing Co. BMI Brian Wilson/Carl Wilson/Al Jardine I thought about a summer day And how the time just floats away
and it seems that It was only yesterday Ain't it funny how time slips away How's your new love I hope that he's doin' fine Heard you told him, yes baby That you'd
Kept it all inside my head for so long Didn't think I'd ever have to give away The words you long to hear Trouble is the words have lost all sense to
brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax
She told him she'd rather fix her makeup Then try and fix what's going on But the problem keeps on calling Even with the cellphone gone She told him