[ Shawnie Shawn ] Yo, what's goin on Ice? [ Ice-T ] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [ Shawnie Shawn ] Girls? You? The
My dear, there is no danger Can't you see they turn blind eyes To we swift and spotlit strangers? Oh, before the rush is over We will be revered again
Could I? Could I just find a way? I'd find you everyday and we could alter time But I've come to find Everyone's gone away So this may be the time For
Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me In a city boulevard, broken and
Crash on the levee, mama Water's gonna overflow Swamps gonna rise No boats gonna row Now you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet
I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside Can't see the light And my heaven is a nice house in the sky Got central heating and I'm alright Yeah yeah
One, two, a-one, two, three, four Well i, can't go to the park I can't go to work I can't do nothin' I gotta stay in my house like a jerk How come I
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King,
Oh Oh Oh That's what you wanna do The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard Everything of mine must
Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
Beat In My Trunk (Chorus) 15's in the trunk, 4-12's in the trunk, 4-10's in the trunk, 6x9's in the dash license plates rattlin, bumper keep draggin,
Beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I
I'm banging on my drum I'm banging on my drum Then banging on my drum, boy And I'm having lots of fun I'm banging on my drums, yeah I'm banging on my
I should write a song about you And all the shit that you do You don't even know what's up But soon it all comes crashing down on you Since we're on
There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do With the places you think that I've been And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've
I've been aching to sneeze Begging please, pretty please But I can't get the thing to come out I've been down on my knees I've been pissing on trees
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
