hood but never a Bible hymn And as the streets keep tyin in Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin? [Chorus] [Swifty McVay
(Malaysian screams) Hubba Bubba Skayeahhhhhhhhh (Retarted and Genetic diseased violins) I just want that coochie gimme that gushy i just want that coochie
Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
shoud a tell me right away You neva hi me when me rapsa up de next day Feel like a soccer when dem naah gi no air play Like a piece a furniture you lef
her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,
in his grave Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece
who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy's little seceret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It's no march But it's a start Rub their eyes and wake
There's a shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was
There was bread Now it's crumbs Inside each head There's a piece that's small and dumb When some thing's big and beautiful Give it time I'll make it
t belong to Alvin, Alvin, say something, Alvin (Everybody ready Violins, saxophones, trumpets) You mean you hired all those musicians (You bet, I did) You know how much a Fifty piece
what I'm about I'm ready for whatever [?] did shout Some hoes think we made from mud But I know, It's muscle and blood Grab your piece like Nick and
on...it does well? [David:] no. It swells. [Andy:] oh. Right. It swells. Uhmm. Ok. Well. And so the end starts with this...this piece called "the lark
This is the sound of the world's smallest violin I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in You're the greatest sufferer that almost never
I know she's strapin on her violin face Playin the strings with her bow in hand I wonder how she's gonna move her pieces When the king wants to checkmate
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was
