shakes a thrill Mark my face The air is really heavy now I pledge allegiance So God why don't you come on over here D I E D Oh, that's what has happened
Love It's a bleeder Hit me like a train Got me hot like a fever 4 a limited time My life was a breeze I liked the way you looked How we'd laugh How you
't see it A monument of pills, grocery lists, telephone bills, pamphlets & dollar store trinkets - Preservation But if that was how you put it, and if you ever willed it
my guy I'm just a girl who likes to let it go Party with my ladies 'til dawn still don't just let it go Move your heads to the beat and shake it down
put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend reppin three letter which are D.M.S spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest It's Mr. hard to get
day He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn. Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; Wasn't it the truth
Just another victim of the, victim of the ghetto Just another victim, that's how it goes Heavy foot traffic jam, the hallway all day Adolescence workin
hop and making heaters born entertainer armed with the flamer if they bust shoots with it come on it's the blamer got the place to loose it booth shaking to it
on with his work each day He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' One morning Tim was rather full His head felt heavy, which made him shake Fell from
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn [Chorus:] Whack fol the dah do now dance with your partner whirl the floor your trotters shake Isn't it the truth
ll even give you 5 seconds Yeah, Tabasco, yeah The wait is finally done with, the time is now YA, like who want it, we in it to run it The album's done
Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality The groove it's just wicked so it makes me shake I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and see what it
count them [Monoxide] Fuck everybody here man it's not about them And tucked inside of my bag is a problem Underground feel the ground shake Feel it
Zook-a-dize chemical poison, then watch him bring it on dag nabbit, that cat's bastard I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges of a serpent tryin
a time in the land of the loccs Where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy caliber .38 revolver We'd out, Dp'd out, GC'd out Oh,
nowhere left to run to No use worrying about what you missed Cause here it is baby it don't get better than this We talk and talk and never know what it means It
so, so tired And I don't know where I'm gonna start Only heavy breathing in the dark Only heavy breathing in the dark It's only heavy breathing ever been
the scene (Bling) They know it's me, ain't no dream or no fantasy, biatch, it's T.I.P Broad buffin' like a baby do a binky Five karat VVS, it's on my