Bob Dylan Crickets are chirpin' the water is high There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window's wide open African trees Bent over backwards
sniff cocaine Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain We got the whole world scratching they heads Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but
where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator
right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator
Friends Be Together On The Weekends Whenever We Can Brown Mami, Dark Chocolate Or Puerto Rican That's What Im Speakin For You I'ma Weaken B5 And Curney We Bad Boys For Life
or break me I'm the queen of self-esteem No sweat (??) Set the seam (??) Like how you need Straight up (??) Ain't no puppet on a string Like them hoes suckin on
, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve At thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punched and bullied on
hear this record I want you to feel me on every sentence Reminisce from descendants of past treasures We'll embark on a journey that'll stay alive forever Plus I would stand over on
on me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?)
: (Speculating on the future) Well the years was rollin' by Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock Had caught the public eye Snotty boys with lipstick on Was really flyin' high
. . . Phyllis: Who's Phyllis? FZ: No, no, no, Phyllis is the girl that's the, my assistant editor on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom