me a favor? ROBERT: Bobby baby... Name it, Sarah... Bobby bubbi... Listen, pal, I'd like your opinion... Bob... Try me, Peter... Robbo... Bobby love...
it rosy? Side by side by side. SARAH [speaking]: He's such a cutie. Isn't he a cutie? ROBERT: Ports in a storm, Comfy and cozy, Side by side by side. PETER
know. JOANNE: You're not a kid anymore, Robby. I don't think you'll ever be a kid again, kiddo. PETER: Hey, buddy, don't be afraid it won't be perfect
a forty-five Nobody cared and nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair and sent For the police Policeman came took Peter
ya thing off son, I just love it It manifests a style thou shall not covet And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it Who the steppin' razor, like Peter
(feat. G.A.M.E., Cam'ron & Bezel) [Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)] (R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in
(feat. Jim Jones, The Game, Cam'ron, Lil Eazy) [Eazy-E:] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk
dice on the street Now come on [Chorus 4X: Jim Jones] Do doves fly, when thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones
Wit' fly bitches, Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh) Ain't Bob Barker But I'm caught up in this game Mo' like...Peter Parker. P-I-M-P, take the P's
a get some of that MTV money you know [DJ Kay Slay:] I ain't mad at ya homey, yo Jim Jones you with me? ! [Jim Jones:] Hey Slay what it do? [DJ Kay
hay, wanna say salutations to the nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones'
Way back when before the Rolling Stones I heard a little group was playing Casey Jones It was a really silly place to put a saxophone Peter made them
what you expect from them, never the thugs, nigga this Bone Whup him like he stole somethin', beat him like I'm Roy Jones And I thought I told you life
dog for real I make a coat out of your parakeet And put your fish on my Foreman Grill, test my cologne on your cat Peter hates me, I'm the Tom Jones of
Brando Flux:] The jewel thieves know me at the Intercontinental Knowing that Im just down on my luck and not mental Its a funny scene: me and the gang with Peter
They bite it cause it's hot, you're fired cause you're not I write most poems still hitting fire that lights most home grills Getting higher then Mike Jones
for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average I'm cocky