Dans son lit couchee En esperant une balle perdue Juste une balle perdue Qui marche dans les rues Son coeur n?attend plus Rien qu?une balle perdue Juste une balle
He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat Drives a ?36 Cord with a rumble seat Now he?s a, Lord, he's a jitterbug Scare the letters off a highway sign He
. time. i'm goin' in! (kuniva) some boys are wallin(?) drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin' been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island hand me jack daniel
well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your sixteen balls
for all you sophisticated ladies out there Yeah, she grew up in the city in a little subdivision Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken Ballet
In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke and
to die LSD my friend, cocaine and speed my friend, beer and weed my friend, amphetamines Coffee and cigarettes and never ending need, Jack Daniels and needles and little cotton balls
From the Bowery to Brighton you've all heard my call / I've got two pierced nipples and a ring through my balls / My name is Slackerman, superhero for
Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in One or less more violation and he's lookin' at ten So we gon' live it up and act bad balls And party
could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack Burp
can't fuck wit me thou Let me get on da mic Nigga, who da fuck are you nigga I be dat nigga bronze bridges Playaz wanna ball or go on strike 'cause
can't remember [Hook - Eminem] [Verse 2] Them boys are wildin' Drinkin', cussin' and hyper smilin' Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island Henny, Jack Daniels
Rrrah, uhh, bitch It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K W Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track
CHORUS BRIDGE: We're gonna rock it to the limit gonna roll it right up to the wall We're gonna get up get down and have ourselves a natural ball ya
Steped out my house wit some Daniel Greens on House wit Versace and shit but I just throw some jeans on Picked up my phone,called my niggas but they wasnt
see the fee is nothing Fee will be for patience all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock
work The money was on the table My eyes were out of the socket She caught me bent down in front of the ball Shot the eight ball in the corner pocket
hoes cause a bitch ain't shit Every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick Me and my B.G. we toss bitches You don't believe me, ask Danielle and T.C.,
