everything like F ferns or G grass that's H home to you I is for insects J for juniper K kelp L log M is the moon N is noontime O is for otter P
a new toy so I wonder how good I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond M
tence fo' phones Just case E.T wanna go home, Never chase, coz of me there is no jones, Levitate from tha sea-floor to tha O-Zone, 5 star hotels all week
' hit you like Truck Turner with the burner I'm the Stereotype in the zone where chrome meet chrome Hard heads call it, "Home, sweet home" I rep that
peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin' heat
see what I'm sayin'? Ha ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yeah mean? I'm sayin', I used to just serve homes herb Now how come through he want 50
'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O. slam cats
I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out your chest
another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care? Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What
Man, I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band aids I'm blowin' on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm
it (I want it) Slap, let him have it! Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin sweet Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete M.O.P.'s ready
you with the gang rollin Black and gold afforded Niggaz I'm straight strollin To equips like the see I never slip Because I'm doper, doper, see I'm straight
Damn, but them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn [Verse 1 - Malice] My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes To homes
hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating Queen It's four o'clock in the morning
that the rest of your journey Is be a peaceful one And may you take your own sweet time Mr. P.O.W. 369 Let me thank you One more time Mr. P.O.W. 369
and Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done You know I'm from the yay where all the game come from I'm O.G., like the candle light grip I'm company, too
the niggas sittin at home Watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your prada bag, sweets every
muredrous thoughts on this deadly season say i was washed up finished and gone and in yo tiny little brain you screamin home sweet home and i'm gone,