seem to do is talk about it (It's too bad) We always end up shouting about it (It's too bad) All we seem to do is talk about it (It's too bad) We always
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is talk about it we always end up shouting about it there was a time we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad
is talk about it we always end up shouting about it there was a time we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad that
go, I wish someone would open the do' This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? Momma told me one day it
from Doug's 'La-de-da-de' I can't get a bleep? What's the deal? Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity, it's just the man and me He doesn
damn shit And it's true though But it ain't like I'm telling you Something that you ain't knew though So don't get it twisted like a noodle I'll put
Z I'm Rosemary's baby [Chorus] [Eminem Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It's
You one bad ass lumberjack handling that wood You too bad, tell me whats good Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good [Lil Wayne] Because she's too bad She too bad
Yeah, the tide's goin' down nigga All we need is a a stage, Gotti Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon It's on and poppin' baby The Last Temptation! He's back
I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Paul Weller I need you to keep me straight When the world don't seem so great And it's hard enough you know I need you to be
t care, when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm, flood want it, Flocka yeah Throw it fuck it
It's gone and that's too bad The best thing that I ever had Had the whole world in my mouth Ate it up and spat it out It's gone and that's too bad
wanna dance, I wanna dance Don't cha be ashamed to back that thing up It's too much room (It's scandalous) Too much, too much room, babe, babe There's too
it don?t hurt too bad Cause it?s gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down
And you're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not