freaks wanna speak 'cuz I?m back Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cuz you?re wack Give a dog a bone
's aiight, get bone nigga, I cold fuck your wife Friends super, from now to the fucking ending Ain't nothing sweet, mad deep is how we all living So who stands gossiping
a cup and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
your sun!!!... and drink your cold honey, You say...what? "You're not the man i thought you were!" The fools need to move the mouth and bite the bones
I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I wanna be your friend Can I be your friend? I could go into your garden Serve you skin and bone I could
I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all remember me Y'all, Y'all remember me [Krayzie Bone
If people talk then let people talk we won't hit the ground if we are the talk of the town people talk gossiping past stabbing their words with all of
masons wasted Laying bricks for days to later find they owned the lot adjacent Mark the blasphemy elements of elogance and savagery Murder the gossip
music (sic sic sic sic sic); Y'all can't stop it, y'all can't stop, Gangsta music (sic sic sic sic); BUCK BUCK! [VERSE ONE:] I guess my mother had a bad Bone
steal gangsta boogie if I get my boogie on Put my finger in my chrome keeps 'em fuckin' wit' my dome Tellin' me to shoot all these niggaz that I hear Bitchin' gossip
I want someone provocative and talkative But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower And from what I've heard with skin you'll win Her bone structure
Andy was a Catholic, the ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother, collecting gossip and toys Every Sunday when he went to church He
Lights, camera, action', you're on "Excuse me, Murray, but your ah ah ah on" I spit the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond 'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone
action you're on "Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on" I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball 'cause cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone I get raw
the bone My rhyme battle star galactica terrorist star detector Scarfaces are mass discourage weak lyricist are perish I ? ? ? courage physical fight ? ? ? package Razor blazes so sharp to slice ya eyelashes Rap is gossip
cup and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole. jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul. my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn. Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone, I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never bone, Pardon