Welcome back winter once again And put on your warm fuzzy sweater 'Cause you'll feel much better when The snowflakes fall gently to the ground The temperature
Get on top Get on top Hit me, come get me I bite but she bit me Gorilla Cuntilla Sammy D and Salmonella Come with me 'cause I'm an ass killer You're
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent Is to rock and shock the spot and give my all, which
Well, me, my wife and our daugther We found ourselves standing in New York It was just a mile? of? land? and it was hard to understand But we bought
Bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime In shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time The stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift
A rift of anger passes my remembrance An outburst of hate rips my mind once again I know about your request to retain your respect (...) Like a mighty
Breast weight like rock is soft And the same boys know who's top But the grass and wind at 3 22, it's more than free Send it off and I'll send it back
It all came down today There's not much left to say We sit alone and stare Hotel rooms in nowhere But we're climbing back up to the mountain top Climing
Where did you leave your baby? Bleeding in her bed Her ghost has come to stay Oh, you can try, you can't chase her away In the bar we sit like blackbirds
JAMES EARLY Thirteen years of solid gold platters Rising cost and cocktail chatter Fat deejays, stereophonic sound The game of hits goes 'round and around
Ay, what's happenin' baby? This ya Lil Woo Plies man and One Chance Just was sitting down with the big homies Having a big boy conversation, dog They
Shoot, shoot, shoot, hey Don't be unkind I'm out of my mind and I'm telling you It's not that I'm bad I'm totally mad, I'm a loser, too I'm certain
Thirteen years of solid gold platters Rising cost and cocktail chatter Fat DJ's, stereophonic sound, oh baby The game of hits goes 'round and around
How do I tell my baby, "Mama's not coming home?" How do I tell myself I'll be staying alone? Oh I, I can't stop crying She'll say, "Daddy, I wanna hold
How do I tell my baby Momma's not coming home How do I tell myself I'll be staying alone Oh, I can't stop crying She'll say Daddy, I want to hold her
I made such a big mistake Trying to hide the way I was feeling I laughed but my heart would ache Something inside told me I needed You more than the air
Ridin' down the highway Goin' to a show Stop in all the by-ways Playin' rock 'n' roll Gettin' robbed Gettin' stoned Gettin' beat up Broken boned Gettin
It's a long way to the top You can make it if you try It's a long way to the top You can make it if you try There's a lotta things you can be Concentration
