wedding. The third time this year I said goodbye to another friend. It's such an awful shame, another empty seat at our poker game. Here's to a new beginning
Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P] It's a shame
kangaroo pouch But I told these boys, never at my house Whether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's
Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy all forms
ta) pick up the mic on a soul tip (I got ta) run you down like a polo skip (I got ta) rip mc's like a paper bag (I got ta) wear a disguise to escape a
's a shame Two times and it looks like rain And they say your luck is found Third time around Third time around, third time around Third time around, third
some guns but my mind is a betta weapon I love da slap but on da cool it?s a bad investment This hood game is pain and it?s a damn shame This for my niggas
It was the third of June another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was a bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
house Whether it`s the ounce that puts leather on my couch A thousand dollas a week, my baby girl`s allowance Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts No shame
petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
walk around thinkin' that doesn't forgive Life in itself is like a bid And if you scared to die then you scared to live Ain't it a shame dealin' with
then big Petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told Matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
had a lick of sense Pass the biscuits, please" "There's five more acres In the lower forty I've got to plow" And Mama said, it was shame About Billy
of a line Not a desire inside of you Goddamn this feeling, this love is growing more Got to reject it, can't neglect it An unforgiving touch that led
the third day behold the King On the third day death has no sting On the third day we?re forgiven and reconciled On the third day the saints rejoice
had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please" There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow And mama said it was a shame about Billie Joe
Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please" "There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow" Mama said it was shame about Billie
the night It's a damn shame, what we have to do for money Shit ain't funny, boo selling booty all night I'm giving her advice, trying to guide a child