, the cops would be hawking I never knew the trouble I was really headed for 'Till the rhyme appeared again dressed in Santa Claus He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby you look
can be this boy and girl had troubles lasted fifteen rounds both threw in the towel no one took the crown and time it tends to pass us as we look the
gonna do? Go tell your girls you're gonna be all right Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Come on and roll with me tonight Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Look, look, look
go to another round Tuesday night is when the storm's gonna settle down Had a glance, circumstance, don't cause, trouble bound She's the one, all alone, I come lookin
still probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking
you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin Some to make a nigga practice lookin' hard Some for all my folkers on the boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass for
they were still probably at dinner And anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody But the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking
Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august which meant that he had been separated from marsha for more than two months. two months, and
surely got trouble! Right here in River City, Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after school! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
kissed my cheek And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes As she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack And then she looked
* 3x I walked away and I lived too cold Intro: hell razah This goes out. This what y'all niggaz all been looking for. A litte story for all my brothers
without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started
keep to chicks next to me like Kelly I mean that chick from H-town had that hit with Nelly Candy paint slick as a new bottle of K.Y. Jelly I'm looking for
kissed my cheek And I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes When she started to speak She looked at a pitiful shack and then she looked at me
just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make
the liquor sto', and purchase some gin Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass shit for
And she kissed my cheek Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eys When she started to speak She looked at a pitiful shackAnd then she looked
and she kissed my cheek Then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack and then she looked