the back seat, tooting powder Little Bruce, man, boss from the Villa Clowning in my fresh whip, speed-bump-killer [Hook: Little Bruce] (I'm scraping
pictures on my budget my main chick clitch , clutch on her stomach see chief posse beat these thug runner stunna may say it other niggas get done this my team get to it, other
your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shawty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce
big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought Peter. Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by. Bruce
my whole team just to do that In a blue hat with black baggy cord and I And I style green just to sore your eye Hard to die like Bruce Lee get a victory
the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little
a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherf-ckin' white walls [Eminem & Royce da 5'9":] Got your mother suckin' my balls while we f-ck each other, punch each other
its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well shawty Im that man These other cats aint metaphorically where Im at man I gave Bruce
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other
there's other boys out there You complain my car makes too much noise And you cry I'm always out with the boys Whoa whoa (whoa whoa whoa whoa) I give up little
I was told Kept my uniform pressed and clean At night I chased their shadows Through the arroyos and ravines Drug runners farmers with their families Young women with little
I went out walking the other day Seen a little girl crying along the way She'd been hurt so bad said she'd never love again Someday your crying girl
workin' for a thousand years Chippin' away at this chain of my own lies Climbin' a wall a hundred miles high Well I woke up this morning on the other
woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other
up my little dove We'll ride down baby into this tunnel of love I can feel the soft silk of your blouse And them soft thrills in our little fun house
was cold Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hoped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't turnin' We've given each other
I met a little girl and I settled down In a little house out on the edge of town We got married, and swore we'd never part Then little by little we
