you can bury yourself in the flag when you die for your homeland. and you can think that one's sexual preferance decide's whether or not he's a man.
and free Keep Ireland for the Irish Put the English back to sea Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day Well it's always bloody Sunday In the
I walked across the street An' caught the Sunday smell of someone's fried chicken And it took me back to somethin' That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way On the Sunday
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, 'Gentle men's Club' Tuesday night, I'm up
TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot poot, it's okay Oops my CD just skipped And
park (On a Sunday afternoon) On a Sunday, baby, afternoon (Having so much fun) Everybody's, everybody's just chillin' (Everybody's just chillin') On a Sunday afternoon (On a Sunday
your time, take your time Take your time, take your time I saw you on a Sunday afternoon Riding the B train (Yeah, I was coolin' on the B train) You
really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too
about the b*tchin' I was about the livin' Man niggas mad at me, must be actin feminine I don't five a f*ck niggas talkin' about let's get it in. If
*** O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac, All
O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez
what my limit is I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did I've been po' before know what a limit is New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin' Love rims
My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
whiff of this, believe it's goin' down It's goin' down, right now it's goin' down Floss, comin' through L or Tampa on vogues In Uncle Mooney's 'lac
