he wrote some songs, I blew him up the same I'm never duckin' dames, y'all know just where to find me I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie Imagine
fault 'cause I did it, I pushed it over the limit But thanks for the privilege of having you was part of my village Umm, part of my image but I don'
hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image
brave That's what I thought before I toured there You see, I've got myself being seduced by the sheer americana of it all And I'd seen their images on
Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group of really superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music whether or not
freestyle biased opinions every other sentence Journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective "Don't give me that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images
every other sentence My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective "Don't give me that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images
and, being a drummer himself, he started to imagine in his mind a snare drum pattern that followed that beat. He was not completely awaken and the snare beats he was imaging
distinct man Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand the fact that I sound def means that I'm buildin I'm so dope I got rhymes by the million The image
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t Images like CNN but worse sh*t I would down the whole Pinot Gris But I'd see the Group Home without the
wake up, me and my boys make up Be with the toy sprayers, aimin noise makers at the noise makers [blam] Best group ever, group of whoever who do it better
, qui respire Je viens de la ou y a du gros son et pas mal de rimes ameres Je viens de la ou ca choque personne qu'un groupe s'appelle "Nique Ta Mere" {
at the do. And gucci don't picture like you suppose to be in pictures I computer love baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other boys
buzz just died Step inside super fly to the shoes in they coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grows with every new group
to understand That there was no relief in sight The company man Hes got his nose glued to the charts He says the records doin fine But now the group
truly are...who would want honesty... who would want a group of people that one can relate with. We need worship, we need devotion... becoming gods from the image
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter - my teeth chattered rhythms and they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent from