You're just a brand new second hand gal No man no wan' no Brand new second hand gal You better go back around so You're just a brand new second hand You're only acting like You are somebody But I don't no say You know nobody

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy Is it 'cause a nigga cook like a professor I

Oh, deep in my heart, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. I do believe We'll walk hand in hand, We shall live in peace, We shall all be free, We are not afraid, WE SHALL OVERCOME Words and Music by Zilphia Hart., Frank Hamilton, Guy Carawan

Heed the darksome maid A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Dancing across this equinox To relegate persistence As the bleak darkness grows A cryptal impellent, devoted to

Don't it mean I love you Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried Te amo I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go My soul is awry and without asking why I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what

Arrested on charges of unemployment, he was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I ain't put no cash up for this back up I just stay with my

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,