Woorden:
Beautiful South Pocket

on that train of thought You pass some pretty funky stops That's the pocket, let him be That's the pocket, let him be Here comes pockets Picking up the

brand new, size 22 shoe Use your money, don't let your money use you I got crews view, you know the usual My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread Get out of pocket

Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Well the strong seem to get more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don

h-o-e (Chorus) (South Park Mexican) High priced hoochie, love that coochie But I won't sit back and let a broad use me Too much cash in my jeans left pocket

to the fabric of bedtime tales and Keep them kids out of the attic The mouth of madness Loud and manic The motive of the bird going south on the Atmos

how I had to fluctuate To a snake, and metriculate, yo, I had to elevate You can tell it's great 'cuz I'm state Of 87, the South side of Chicago Five

He lived six miles south of Brandsville in a little ole shack On the banks of the river Big Mole A strange man he was always seen alone folks called him

cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me Blame me. For keepin her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin out they panties Girls on the jock, pocket

Heidi wore a nighty when she worked on the Ave, and shiny black stilettos and a Red leather bag, Heidi took the dough up Front and went south, she would pick yer Pocket