get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought another home Who you stuntin on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you were never on What's there to
the point of havin this opportunity, for you and me to pass it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
baby makin' A - Already sweatin' from the music T - Too many drinks don't abuse it L - Let the folks outside in Come on on (come on) Chorus Yo Missy TLC is forever (yeah) So when you
? There's lot of things you can do in the world, You're to young for this bullshit You hear me? -i know -definitely When you get better you come out
s Smilin' On Me Somebody's Smilin' On Me Somebody's Smilin' On Me Count your blessings, can't you see? He's smilin' on you - and smilin' on me [Verse
that I can move a pound And if you call yourself the king, well then there's two in town Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found You
'Eyo Joe here's another one, Tim and Bob, Nas They drool on her blue jools on her arm, Too cool on her palm, still move to this song, It's been a minute
heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today From the Chi, like Tim, it's a hard-a-way So this is in the name of love like Robert say Before you
on the ground" I was raised on this land and I won't let you down All your other boys have packed up and gone You can count on me to carry on 'Cause
s on the left of me, Smooth is flippin Took ??? away, I'm on the dance floor rippin ?? is for the cutie, the ??? I'm tryna' find 'em Tim is in the
Well I was southern born and raised on the Good Book My old boots are worn from the hard roads I took And I'm proud to be my daddy's son And momma taught
all hawk eyed, and merciless Chill for a second what you dealing with I wasn't gonna steel it you freaking all serious, Easy on the judgment you gone
time on Spanish Point with a Nashville guy I know You can swim in quiet water there, in the tide pools down below But there were too many toasts to raise
, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo I don't want your sex, here take your fast food Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude
, chill on the Westside Take the bridge to the East, the Southside Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin' Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy Roll to the North side, chill on
he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way With a love of for the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day He
ruction soon began Mickey Maloney raised his head When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him It missed him falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim Tim
you motherfuckers thinkin' you wanna fade me? I?m runnin' the underground, so fool, you?re crazy And you better step, ?fore I beat you with a switch And tie you up and make you
