So Much Goin On These Days - Forget About Instinct - It's Not What Pays. Pleasure - Up And Down My Smile: 1. A Carton Of Eggs Think. 2. It's All Worthwhile
So much goin' on these days Forget about instinct, it's not what pays Pleasure, up and down my smile A carton of eggs think, it's all worthwhile Tell
So much goin on these days, forget about instinct, it's not what pays. Pleasure, up and down my smile: 1. A carton of eggs think. 2. It's all worthwhile
: So much goin on these days, forget about instinct, it's not what pays. Pleasure, up and down my smile: 1. A carton of eggs think. 2. It's all worthwhile
: So Much Goin On These Days - Forget About Instinct - It's Not What Pays. Pleasure - Up And Down My Smile: 1. A Carton Of Eggs Think. 2. It's All Worthwhile
've got 88 days 'til the sun I`ve got to get my spirit ready For when the springtime comes 88 days 'til the sun Zip up my thickest jacket I miss the
a penny for every inch of my dick We kept on fuckin' 'till the early morn [ALL] THAT BITCH WAS ON!!! Chorus (Mix scratches "Gimme more! Bitch
and Gotti be the camera man Bird talk feather man, Louis jacket leather man Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant Man in the mirror, if I can't then my shorty can My
do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to
gettin' fetti Niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti Mario Andretti, money coming fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning
1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??) Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket
my chrome But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles
that look, like im about to clown ya I hound ya for a piece of that, hows about a squeeze on that Im easy, like Sunday morning ill give up my cheese for
wit tha loudest mouth be the first to get one in a straight jacket, little straight habbit nigga, I ain,t laffin, I let my fo-fo do my braggin, I came
the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Put my glasses on, I?m out the door - I?m gonna hit this city (Let?s go) Before I leave, brush my
motherfuckers down to die tonight Not you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga [Daz] I wake up early in the morning with the urge to catch
at my head Finally we get around to the station Sneaking past the conductor And plus the fucking people really scared I'ma ducking and a dodgin' just to get to my