[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL] Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws [LOCK] I wanna do it [BARREL] Let's draw straws [SHOCK] Jack said we should work together Three of a
Hanker in the back pocket and I wear them skinny jeans So you see my fat wallet That?s right I?m a big shot Call me little cannonball, Mr. Gets up in
make me have to puncture ya lungs [Ty Nitty] Cause we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'em Gold bars unpredictable, like Mr. Cal' shockin' 'em We heavenly like BIG
I wanna do it Let's draw straws Jack said we should work together Three of a kind Birds of a feather Now and forever La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sandy
brimming with puss. So we hopped into our boat, hoping it would float, 'till we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat. And a big hole remained
dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you and the tomorrow: Stay away: stay away: stay
t get along, but we sing the same song Party for the fight to write, and write on Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken Make a record Mr. Gangster
the shocker] Look, for real, you need to stop calling me with that bullshit. Somebody tryin to make money, make it happen. When you get your shit together
on productions, the mighty ger, my man patrick, blockhead, mr roper, omega one, my man hates one, percy p andre . . . stay up . .. its like that . . . its big
on fire Who say they harder? They are motherfuckin' liar I touch the stage the crowd go crazy The devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr
Yeah. It's really good sign because it's the Aquarian age now, you know? And like, it's all coming together. You know what I mean by coming together?
stand you Can you leave? Fucked up weed Please can you leave my shit Stanky ass bitch, fuck your ass ho A nigga still rich, my lawyer stay down Lay down
two blend together like dope and fiends Cope with teens, has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin' them big cars That's all Mr
too far. I didn't shoot him. Fool, what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart]
With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr
Or Mr. Iristyle I hold material like linus David to Goliath is me to the mindless I hope I haven't been chipped so satellites cant find it Big up to
Danny Elfman LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws LOCK I wanna do it BARREL Let's draw straws SHOCK jack said we should work together Three