day If you don't know it now then you will do If you don't know it now then you will do And if you don't feel it now then you will do And if you
to the country The town has told its tale When the sutumn leaves They fall And the whole place didn't look the same that night They put a party on and
Move to the country The town has told its tale When the sutumn leaves They fall And the whole place didn't look the same that night They put a party on and
the same, girl it ain't a game So I can't play with you, wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, grow old and gray with you In good and bad
cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good mornin
hickie And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song Oooh you
killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can get a good deal on it (a good deal on it) And make a healthy
are the pimp........ Let me lay there, there's no linguistics! ................ Good girl with some bad........ Chorus: ............................ It's my birthday, so break my gifts off! Computers screens and
it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And
I can't reach a comfort zone 'til I find myself a queen So we can rule together, it's picture perfect me and you together Go through our good and bad
girl, it ain't a game So I can't play with you, I wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, grow old and gray with you In good and bad times,
that good ol' love Ohh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohh, put your hands together And show your love for the one and
mention as my family they covered Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner brothers Birds of a feather, flap and fold and be together No matter
you wasn't satisfied it wasn't good enough So ya tried to test my nuts to see if I was tough So I fucked you and fucked you and shot my hollow in you
hoe Bitches just today ain't shit you got to treat 'em bad To make the stupid hoes legit so get yo mind right And wind up nigga ya givin' her all yo time and
cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up You better count your money, ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good mornin