[Chorus 2X: Do or Die]. We the murderers, pimps plus thugs. We the murderers, pimps plus thugs. We the murderers, pimps plus thugs. We the murderers, murderers, murderers.
From the album donovan. . All you have to do is write a song. Not too smart now and not too long. Easy to listen to hard to forget. Then we'll cut it and press it.
From the album sunshine superman. . When I look out my window,. Many sights to see.. And when I look in my window,. So many different people to be. That it's strange, so strange..
Now for some typical reason. I'm rollin' up some hoes and pattin' my back seat, hah. My pimpin' lyrical tactics. Is like a dirty kid flippin' on a mattress.
From the album mellow yellow. . The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree. And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea. And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity.
Get a job, buy a car, buy a house,. A slave 'till death.. -Slave to convention-.
Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. C'mon. . I'm a professional, pimpin' like rational. Worldwide, but it's national. You betta ask them hoes and ask them clothes.
Salvation Stomp. . When I heard that crazy music comin' out the scene,. That achin', shakin' shuffle down along the Mississippi Queen. That rough and randy off-beat, and that funky bass,.
I wonder where my life would be if I. had that paper, I'm just a ghetto boy. A lil' ghetto boy. . They tell me it's like the money pow', money and power.
Governments are a sick kind of joke - A sick fuckin' joke,. Where the rich get richer & the poor on the breadline stay broke.. -Give with one hand, snatch with the other-.
Chorus: repeat 4x. . Gotta make the paper. Cant let the paper make me. La di da di da di da. . [verse one]. Thug come up in a fresh white benz. Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again.
Sailing homeward, it's time to go home. Over the ocean of life we must roam. And when you get there, say hello for me. For I've a long, long way to go.
N.A.R.D- less thoughts in the land of heartless assasin killas concrete guerillas, cold-blooded mind mentally dead niggas cold temperature fearless, them ones who shoot til yo lifes gone when the knifes on, yo body dissapearin to a dark zone, Its onim mad-doggin yo grill with my chrome.
Hiding emotions, concealing the truth.. -Understand, understand-. Feelings that should be shared, held inside..
SADNESS. . Sadness is in your eye. Who could have made you cry?. My lullaby. Roll along the sleepy dream, deep. Roll along the sleepy dream, deep. . Salty tear down your cheek.
{*car starts*}. Uhh, for the two g's, for the millenium. Do or die. . [johnny p]. Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills. . Chorus: johnny p + do or die.
Driving across the highlands. Of Scotland in our land rover. . Shadow of cloud falls. And with it a chill. High o'er heather. Hawk hover the hill. Just begun is my journey.
Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately?. . Chorus (2x):. Ask what we're doing, just ballin. Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin.
Usual careless attitude,. Hide behind an image.. -Same mind, same mind-. You think you're really different,. But you're just the same..
There's a certain romance about a long haired guitar man. You can close your eyes imagine, and he could be your man. With his soft and soothing song you can just be his gal.