The best things in life are free But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees Money, that's what I want, that's what I want Ooh babe yeah that's what I
boom June wanted boys, so Margie wore, short hair and corduroys Soon they had Claire then Linda and Louise, a matching pair June liked boys Donald and
' every city that I rip Got crazy dollars 'cause I always keep a grip Get down with the cynic and rippin shit up at will My yellow nigga Ice And who are you? And
whoa) And I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me, baby And the house on the hill when you dropped like 80 On a down payment thinkin' damn ain't life gravy And
Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Mama still cooking too much for supper And me I
cancelled. Space Luge! Is also cancelled. And all other events are pending! Welcome to your Space Olympics All the oxygen has run out And someone who will
the valley And I'm feelin' I can fly so I dive off the cliff Hear the little kids scream, they don't know I got wings 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams and
And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special clock but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla
And I like my Sprite Easter pink And my wrist special par but the mule's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla
Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you And Junior Mafia
And never, could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot
Max Try to react, but you were never clam And never could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine, and black patented
Makin' me weak, I think you really trust me too much You and me been cool Since back in middle school Like when we used to clown And run around and
broke your heart She gave it all to me, and I tore it apart Talked about love right to the end But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again So young and
was a family story no one will tell It's a photo album, too terrible But the pride and the pallor continue to swell As the matron silently prays Junior resented the tradition they upheld And
' the floor and me hittin' the *** Suckin' on the ***, had the hooker beggin' for the *** And your moms ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and
serve teardrops, Prolific flow from jamaica, Wake up, We getting that bread like a baker, Take ya, Life like ita??s nothing, boys swing, I will
