its crackin After all the women, the money and the TV shows I'm not really tryin to see these hoes [DJ Quik] Now AMG said her eyes are the index to her soul
on Lorenzos Hanging on the boulevard fronting on the flow show You know it's funny when you start making money Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be your buddy
's alright Buddie's alright Elvis you made my nite so Chorus Tonight Forever my King Creole My heart you stole Forever to suck my soul Tonite Are you
a livin', livin' and workin' I'm taking what they're giving 'cause I'm workin' for a livin' Hey I'm not complainin' 'cause I really need the work Hittin' up my buddy
heart swell with pride I've always needed one like you to love and understand Now that you've come to fill that place, you're my buddy, man to man There
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me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your
the blues I said the blues is all around me; I just find something I can use And I feel it running through me, but I give it my heart and soul I practice
wonderful Yes she is, some kind of wonderful Now hold it Buddy's gonna tell you one more thing And when she holds in her arms She sets my soul on fire sets my soul
ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me, I don't belong with the human race He's asking me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my soul, my
to take this ride, it's neat Tell ya now the ride is fast Might want me to hold your cash We gonna spin until your soul Leaves your body dead and cold
One of the band told me last night, That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks
about a stranger Meaning strange music Or connected its best if ya just exit when your neck get's requested to get slit Niggas be hiding behind they myspace irrate but get all buddy buddy
go, go, go, go Tommy o-way-o, (Chorus) Bad boys then, bad boys now, Good buddies, mau, mau, mau, Keep it up, rock 'n' roll, good music save your soul
brand new way Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero buddy Don
an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your
t sleep in it With the man in red tracking me minute by minute Running like a horse, always looking behind me But of course he would always find me Hey, buddy
you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul But