mama? can you smell my poor veins?] infected with the good disease intellect, rebellion finding the need in every single one ...of you what's a matter
shit stank No if's, and's, or cant's to get back to my old rank Can I turn into a robber Cock back revolver Takin what you got Than I'm hittin for the border Cd's
baby that's okay You know I trust you, I love you, that's all day Why is my face red? ;it looks like I've been cryin'? Gangsta's don't cry baby, don
leather In my third car not braggin I'm just workin and saggin and laughin That you haters that said it couldn't happen It's goin down-down, shit's
local honey drippin up in my face Me gotta female growin up in my room It's gotta big tail and it's ready to boom boom What's that sweet smell in the
feu de bois La chaleur du bon pain Mon dieu mon dieu It's there that I've grown up There that I have been loved There I ran There I sang The smell
house ain't made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled 'Cuz I stitched the brain's rigidity with symmetry Come visit me, It's fascinating Now here's
can have what's left. The room got kind of quiet, and you could smell the fear. I only heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer". "So what's the
the rain an all the pain gotta trust ya baby from november to december we been tripin lately thought goin thru my mind that u slipin baby love yo nigga mane no matter what
the house yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu'in shawty got some f*ck in her bed that smell like urine (uuuhhh) i'm getting my d!cks sucked, what're you doin? she's
I yell out failing is impossible Telling me what they finna do, gonna do, what they gots to do Live from the G-5, that noise that you hear on top of
't for this german nurse they woulda served her worse I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse I wonder what would happen if that woulda
your house that's supposedly haunted. Well in our neighborhood, there's the hell house, and right now nobody can believe it, but there's a sign out front
Baby that's okay You know I trust you, I love you, that's all day Why is my face red? It looks like I've been cryin'? Gangsta's don't cry Baby, don't
from groups It takes a half-hearted chicken recluse To live among people The best of them disappear And that's what it's all about That's why I
's stacked against you and the living gets hard Oh, it's the four walls of madness in this house of cards Common you call me but I know there's time
was struggling Muscling anything in the way Of me seeing first motherfuckin' light of the day My pockets ain't hurting that's for certain You see a broke muthafucker it's