go down the drain now. (While their dreams go down the drain now) Are we really living, or just walking dead now (Are we walking dead now?) Or dreaming
I lust to bust when I clutch With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hit list when I rip this Lyrically I'm material,
cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'm material
what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know so, I'ma
your tits Brace yourself, I'm about to hit you with this (Ah) I couldn't say it 'Cause the radio station, they wouldn't play it I'm too perverted, I'm
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming
can guarantee I?ll cash the check 'Cause I don?t wanna live on what I?m making tonight Break through another door Find what I?m put here for I could
sexy boy, won't you be my I'm in joy, chocolate kisses, don't you see my I'm, boy, fixed on you tonight, boy Only one I want for the rest of my life,
I-I-I'm the terminator Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her These little nappy headed ho's need a perminator You my seed, I spray you with germinator M-m
love) I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold Give me that hot tottie, will you be my
I'm come through and let it off for ya. Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should
come on baby let it bump(bump) I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone I typhoon everytime I get on a song I *tie coo?* I just went and brought
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine I still go to Taco Bell, drive through, raw, yeah I don't care, I'm still real, no matter how many records I
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine I still go to Taco Bell, drive through road as hell I don't care, I'm still real, no matter how many records I
I'm loving what I see I'm not the average girl from your video And I ain't built like a supermodel But I learned to love myself unconditionally Because I
when I call you, yea I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh, ooo, ooo) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry
your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober I'm high like a Hollywood coffee
seen Here you find your pot of gold if you just come and see [Chorus:] Welcome to the Garden of Eden, I call it heaven (heaven) I like to call it even