hero minus all the chump attire And I bleed hardly Tell your idol his times up And he's barbe-cue Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do From the
13 tracks on the motherfucking Cryptic Collection 3. I ain't feelin that alright? So I just wanted...ya know...this is an extra track of just...I guess its just
into check! Singer seems confused. CROWD: Oh! ROBERTA: Come on, Mikey, watcha got, baby? CANDI: Quiet! ROBERTA: Whatcha got for momma? STEVE: Shhh. Let
i could fry because i've chased you, embraced you 'n' turned round 'n' faced you crowned you the truth of my youth but you give me the line in the words of our time
I could fry Because I've chased you, embraced you 'n' turned round 'n' faced you Crowned you the truth of my youth But you give me the line in the words of our time
hip-hop music just the way you like Tellin all biters to please stop tryin Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die Split up and fry
I be fiendin every time I'm sober About to die I be lovin when my g's come over And get me high as a mink coat Just let the aink float through the sky