He is my Lord i obey him day and night i know that you might not agree with me but that is okay i just know that today i will worship i will pray i will
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to keep us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
I take a little powder Take a little salt Put it in my shotgun And I go walkin' out Chuba, chuba, wooley, booley Lookin' high, lookin' low Gonna scare
New York to the heart but got love for all Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the
It took a long time sittin' in your one and only Niggas said they comin' in a month or so But they run though, how they really want it Want all the rain
{(Ahh) Who are the big one?} You only got one finger left And it's pointin' at the door And you're takin' for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor
I've been watchin' you from afar For as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush
I need a Vegematic! I need a Pocket Fisherman! I need a handy appliance That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell! (Operators are standing
I visit Mr. Frump in the hospital I see him most every day And when I see Mr. Frump in his iron lung This is what I hear him say You know, Mr. Frump
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thankin' Him for His many blessings And all He's done for us And Blackstreet would like to share All
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thanking Him for his many blessings And all He's done for us And blackstreet would like to share All
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now. Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda? Come come
(All I have in this world) -- Tony 'Scarface' Montana [ continues through intro ] Hey Shit Yeah nigga, that's That - that - that This - this is some
Chorus) The Lord loves the drinkin' manSends honkey tonk angels to the promise land I hear that he can turn water to wineAny man that can do that is a
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me I been locked up more times than sweet pea See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya sleepy Turn ya children into
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad
God evening Mr. Waldheim And Pontiff how are you? You have so much in common In the things you do And here comes Jesse Jackson He talks of common ground