My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Forget what your father says I'm throwing stones at your windowpane 'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove Says that you're wrong for me You're confused about me All the rumours getting through Is it a bad time to tell

Curry got the hair like a Super Saiyan, yuh, uh You the man, nah Pockets lookin' fatter than the Buddha man, yuh, uh Ricky Tan, uh, I'ma catch flight like I'm Jackie Chan, uh, yuh Nigga playin, uh Show these niggas how to fuckin' make a band, uh, uh

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink, I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', What you say Hey I got you shakin' that thing like Hell no, hell no, Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin' You niggas ain't

Morgoth I cried I will take part in your damned fate But I arrived I will always remember their cries It's my oath So don't fear the eyes Of the dark lord Taken the long way

Mine all mine Ow, forgive me father, for I have sinned I've been through hell and back again I shook hands with the devil Looked 'em in the eye Looked like a long lost friend Ow, anything you want, any dirty deeds He's got everything except what I really

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!