a teacher (fuck em) She call me up and i come substitute for ya [come on] Young swagga call papa or a rolling stone I got a bad habit called breaking
was some good times A few bad times, mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she
unforgiven Habits turn bad ones Individuals make 'em poison rituals Gotta have it a have it, a habit Welcome your traces of an addict God forgive me for my bad habits
a broad that, I treat like a floor mat Ugly enough to cover her face when the ? And that's a step down from my New York rat They ride it like a horse
all your paper, every time I lay ya Snoop Dogg, playa playa I'm always with a bad **** You could say I got a bad **** habit See a bad ****, is like a
through playa Nigga I'm all 'bout da paper been a hustler for life Always lay down and get mine even if I got to hang all night It's like they got to
next in charge, S is hard, reppin hard Press 'em hard (What?) Tech in core (What?) Blast 'em like Nessie Mars (What? What?) Yes a star, I'm a bad mother
-bring it on, bring it on To each other, to each other Babylon, Babylon It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien We have a party I'm a in a Whole word wide
a big star A voice of social change to rearrange the worlds perspective But there's nothing better than watching him go down He could pick up a habit
Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the best of taste [Roxie Hart (recitative whisper)] Oooh I'm a star. And the audience
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in
southern sin with a girl who was just perfection Had a two room condo back in a wealthy section Of the Florida flatlands where she had me kept in A wicked
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
AN ASPIRIN FOR A BAD HEADACHE BUT WHAT PILL FOR LONLINESS CAN I TAKE I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU JUST LIKE CELLAPHANE BUT I NEED YOU BABY LIKE A STAR NEEDS FAME YOU'RE NOT ANOTHER HABIT
an aspirin' For a bad headache But what pill for loneliness Can I take I can see through you Just like cellophane But I need you, baby Like a star needs fame You're not another habit
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
cant kick a total addiction to her lips sh got the kinda thing going thatll make a nigga up and leave his wife and kids got a body like a porno star