you every time i sit on the bench to pass the time all i can do is think of you would you hold my head up high would you make my laugh as big as the sky
of you every time i sit on the bench to pass the time all i can do is think of you would you hold my head up high would you make my laugh as big as the sky
As they paint me As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case See it's a matter of taste We as a people decide If
face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality I'm a Horseman nigga
a movie usher Who is he? He or she - SFP Movies, CD's, and TV's, but uh-uh Cause today I take a break from that As I roll where a tank of gas'll take
a player, I just fuck a lot, the panty raider Guess shorty's mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down
I take a break from that As I rule where a tank of gas take me at I used to rock these red, I rock Z's Now I rock the M B's with twelves and V's Today
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
that's where she made a wrong move and opened up the door kid jumped up, from behind the wall, holdin' a big four bare face, didn't have a mask that'
take it easy Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford slowin
mean you spilled the beans, huh? Blacked out and thought I seen 'pac Laced a big glock What's a bird to a brother with a flock what They got some nerve
spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A
dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
get at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
get at me, tell ya label contact me Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita Mom
