I can't get my mind to stop running I can't say I'm able I can't get my mind to stop running around So take me where I'm able But it's alright to find
I had these great ideas And I don't think they're ever coming back and even when the words run out I try and argue if this is your last goodbye I'll
enough so i will be careful for all of us you think this time that i'd be blaming myself for this one i've changed my mind i can carry on i'd trade
violence, it gives the opponents means to retaliate, it does nothing but promote violence, it's just another excuse to fight. everyone's gotta be a hero everybody's
stupid-doo-doo dumb, somethin terrible tell em how we come... [chorous] S.T.U.P.I.D when we come to the club we dont need i.d everywhere we go its
niggas still tryna get me With playas and hustlas But chall cant make no money Cause yall niggas BUSTAS! Hahm Bra The game wont change Yall niggas mad cause Master P
leash on my brand new pit bull dog Hit the switch for the deck and the Z-A-P And let the 600 Watt Zeus funk with the EV's Today's a good day to get my
doma, la buona educazione il tempo per partire, il tempo per tornare il tempo di guarire, quello che fa ammalare c'e sempre polvere intorno e s'alza
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You hear The cries of love The sad tone And feel the softly stinging Love's wound But, those tears you cry Being of love's fame They fall to love Crying
when I go The cost of freedom's never free It's the deep six it's my fix It's my best friend Cause it's my way, or the highway I tell ya it's the living
girls they do B.A.D.-Bad, make your mom and daddy sad B.A.D.-Bad, It's the bloody fix you do Oh, Look out You see what's in your head, fantasy And need
Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position 'Fore rigor
In agony they cry and scream And children and children And children and children Skin peeled hanging in strips
Mr. Recordman, do you know who I am? Mr. Recordman, do you really think I can? I've taken a likin' to your game I think we all, we feel the same Is this
present from down below Spreading joy with a "howdy ho" He's seen the love inside of you Coz he's a piece of poo Sometimes he's nutty Sometimes he's
own beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend Everybody hates me
and simple, but set the freakshow Loose on the nipple, watch her whole fuckin titty ripple It's why we battle, it's why we travel It's why the mascott