to glass Well she's looking pretty good first week in July She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
staring at the lady that's on the broom Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone Different car everyday of the week from fourth of July till June
a very interesting fable More fun than when you first got cable The moral to be learned from this story to be told Is that everything that glitters ain't always gold On July
light I was gone as it gets with the touch of your lips We were burning like fire flies Just when I thought l was over you girl it's July If only I
two eighty z, just twenty three Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her door to mine Seven days a week
cold As our falling thermometers in December If you ask about our weather in July. And we're so by God stubborn We could stand touchin' noses For a week
Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor i deliver the news What if mother nature aborted the sky When we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July We can't afford
ride all week When, you, get, caught, down bad It's *blaka-blaka-blaka-ratta-tat-tat* I do a nigga something - his family gon' remember Find his body in July
used to someone And now jimmy spends a fortune because he's down to twice a week His shrink says a crisis in midlife is only natural well, well, well, Julie
We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp On the 4th of July We sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers And watched the fireworks explode
And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week at the bank I'm a lucky man It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail and it'll drive you insane My wife
jug We're passing around Fillin' little, red cups It's powerful stuff Out in the sticks, we ain't shy Gonna set it off like the Fourth of July All week
Kear) I grew up under normal conditions Mom was the radio, Dad was the television They both were doing the best that they could Working 50 hour weeks
I was sticking to the sofa, when I saw you on the tube A week of going solo now my heart is feeling so low so I'm overdue Got an asshole for a roommate
there Come on, pick up the phone Hello Hello, whassup baby Who is this You know who this is Hey there, how you doin', how you been Been a couple of weeks
world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord
break down to Doomstown and milk some ----- out in 'Saga city and laughin' with my cousins up in Brampton stylin' profilin' while East York calls down the fort peace to Julie
and started actively talking attractively, I then invited you to my house on a saturday, Flattered, you couldn't say no and walk away, Later that week