and pennies count That's like sixteen cents to go toward a blow job Know you've all been there before, Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace Sick
(Bangles Cover) All the old paintings on the tombs They do the sand dance don't you know If they move too quick (oh whey oh) They're falling down like
Vengeance is mine against mine enemy And I will rise against thee with the force of a thousand men And in your fall, I will remind you of an industry
your loot, little demon schemin' for tiffany hoops (Ha) Her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped Body sick
this street life we live it This thug life we live it If you ain't frontin', we live this shit Hey yo, this street life we live it This thug shit we
m gonna hold my breath And wish my death And when I open my eyes I wish that there's no more life left in my body So I can party with the devil '
[Hook] It's the Dips, we can't fall off we are sick And keep ridin till the wheels fall off of this bitch Salute, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo
I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs? Prostitutes & Guns I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk By my side when I ride in LA We party with
we fall in love Hey, y,o Maxee, take it to the bridge We can fall in love if you want to Baby, I want you Whatchu wanna do? We can fall in love if
's to worst ya men blood 2 dead 'cause im the 3rd biggest drug dealer y'all ever gon no i Hustle n move til i hit the flow when biggy pablo hit the party
again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly] No, I'm no one's wife But, Oh, I love my life And all that Jazz! That
every day, oh... Thing-fish: Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha? Rhonda
a sauna, and in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing they momma, life of a [Cali Nigga]. Hip-hop trying to take the life of us [Cali
Hi there Saddam, loved the party Yes, they're all here with me Bloody Saddam, loves you always, always a kick Bloody Saddam, even though the smell is making me sick
, she was too tired to fight about it Life in the fast lane Surely make you lse your mind Life in the fast lane, everything all the time Life
keep it gangsta Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta all my life Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta all my life I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin
the, lyricist At the nineteen ninety-nine millennium party held at Giza Sayin' he's a, fraud, oh my Goddess Never in your life should you disrespect
reekin havoc on tracks automatic We will not fall off, dagnabit Steppin to the wax plate with a 900 average Makin rappers run home, a Barry Bond habit So savage, so sick