Timmy had never found the words just a blank stare at her face when she would ask the question and now for her that message goes unheard just a stamp
lost a lot I guess I'll quit complaining And I'll starting walking it off Because there is no point in living In a past with that unhappiness Consider it a
we doin' over here When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air With a couple of broads
stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up Yo, I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used
old lost love story, it's sad but it's true There was a time when she was mine in 1982 Postman can you sell me a special kind of stamp? One to send
One gurl, get ya back up off tha wall Do dat matrix part but don't fall Aw naw we ain't neva done it You want a hit? Stamp Sho' nuff on it (Ladies and
you a sample, you ain't playin' these Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop If you can't find a sample you ain't got Not one damn thing for a
the Maury Show He in boot camp, you on food stamps Welfare, no health care, a true tramp And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey No Rice a Roni
A genetical testimony That white boys simply cannot dance Can't let that little stuff trip you up I'll take the fattest chance Now I've got the answer To a
wise, just worried And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches And with a thread that's hard to follow You came into my life like a brick through a
without a trace And the waves echoed her laughter And her words...Yo Later Dude. Later that night I was in such a bad mood Sittin' in a bar drinkin
hear nobody pray When I heard the crash on the highway I knew what it was from the start I went to the scene of destruction And a picture was stamped
to me Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child I used to seek and seek search and search analyze everybody In my church, a
, bitch", pull a nine out during a rhyme 'bout While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than flippin' a
[A] Who did you say it was brother? Who was it fell by the [E] way? When [A] whiskey and blood run together Did you hear [E] anyone [A] pray? CHORUS
Flat paint not a scratch or a stain And it's smoking Shifting in the turbo here we go Now it's drifting Four tires burning up the strips Gearshifting