Fuckin' weirdo Yeah, may I help you? Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and Ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins
Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins
Tulkojums: Lil 'Kim. Intro In-Minor.
Tulkojums: Sisqo. Intro In-neliela.
Worker: Yeah, may I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins
letcha touch it You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you Russian? [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Nelly] Now I'm - clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a
i made do more dan light up a rave in a clash i will light up ur face ur a spade im an ace im a dan. ur a waste im puffy ur mace im fully in charge league
The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those
Outro:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho
bye) The gig is over, The gig is over (When A play) The kid is older and gettin colder (Many fly by) But his will hold ya, So listen closer to (A-A)-R
of N I N E, S T R A N G E Get off tonight yo hit the night though Heat when I hear a ATB Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut She never got away
m two guns up over the roof Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth 'cause a lot of niggas jus talkin Wanna kill a nigga on a record
Vast impurities get flushed in lavatories Minority flashy stories don't cut the chase it lures me Poor me! Because I used to be a thug I should've elaborated
your mind [Verse 1] Every time I speak my mind I'm lyrically critical The pinnacle of being revolutionarily pivotal Beyond anything ever studied thats metaphysical Man fuck a minority
? (The rapper!) Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa I flood the block, I hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a
I pull back then guard you, and bust through like a fullback Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
feet, from a band or a beat We would stand on the street, with our hands on our heat Twelve grams, twelve feet away, balled up in a sheet Of Reynold'