felt my fingers but I couldn't keep from laughing Your body language said you knew that this would happen I'm digging a hole for the days of the old
to AM radio I felt fingers but I couldn't keep from racking Your body language said you knew that this would happen I'm diggin a hole for the days of
up to AM radio I felt fingers but I couldn't keep from racking Your body language said you knew that this would happen I'm diggin a hole for the days
" Gonna ball tonight We?re gonna ball tonight Man I can?t break a rule 'Cause every man is some woman?s fool Way back yonder in the days of old The
submission I paddle units which protrude from the underside of trains Do not touch I'm high voltage Like the third electric Emergency phones needed in every
units with pro-??? from the underside, the train Do not touch, I'm high voltage like the third electric Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for
to say good-bye. I detect a weary smile these days, I guess it's better than the hurt and the hate. We've come along way, known every shade of emotion
be a sinner, don't you keep all for you, yeah I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch
for college he was taught The street knowledge, part of the plan To keep us fightin' in the street Instead of becomin' a strong black man Every two
Kottonmouth or you might get served Now you're gonna get served that'll kick to the curb Where the king klick stay licks premium herb Every day, every
Roll 'em down into the creek I'm gonna bust a couple windows Fix it with a plastic sheet I got tired of workin' for nothin' Workin' every day Bills
shines bright Baby's high as a kite Today her name is pretty, but she ain't a pretty sight Same old stilletos and dodgy looking fellows Same old whistles Same old
Days and days have gone But I still clearly can remember A crowded avenue On a Monday evening in November On our way to your old place downtown You
life turn every day ) Be careful what you follow ( word up, check this one ) Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six Same shit nine six the old
on every track, bar, street, boulevards Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens Whatever happened to the days of Little League Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old
other avenue say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you i said a long time no you start warm is a ripple every lickle dime, every nickle, you
