Lately I've been thinking so strangely about the clouds And how they seem to slowly fade away, yeah Maybe some day we will find a way to disappear Just
I read, they're havin' rain in California And Lord, I hope that you're not gettin' wet That's the only way on earth I have for knowin' how you're doin
I Eat Dinner (With Dido) Rufus Wainwright: I eat dinner at the kitchen table By the light that switches on I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes No more
was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam
word for my ginsing someone I would use to bust my boxspring she woulda a numba one, not be bada bing bad man not goin bother wit da wife, wife ting she
light But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam
you like a vegatable shows by the several, schedule full of festivals and if I ever do time than you know its federal uh, incredible, yeah [Common] F-f-fam fam fam
was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da
can't hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night
aint gone give up cannot give up I just cant give up nawl [Verse 1:] My life is a movement an everybody watchin are u entertained lookin at me partna? I made it out da
da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da, da, da) Yo, Doc
it like Jordan you've been in a studio all your life And you still ain't come up with nothin, what are you recordin? BMT show, not even your dad was applauding Even da
[Royce Da 5'9"] I got a phone call Six in the morning, anonymous, that said "Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up Then I looked down at my iPhone
you ain't give me a reason to slug you because you ain't fuck with my brother You motherfuckers mothers'll suffer cause of you leavin / bleedin [Royce Da
of every body [Chorus] We go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Da da da da He go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Da da da da We go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Go hard
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam
same room Then I apolotic and make peace in da same room Once a game dead then you know we all dead too, true And then we back on the block With the crack in da
All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go Let me go, let me go