's son And I am but a poor shepherd's daughter" "But had ye been a shepherd loon Herding yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been the plooman's son Wi'
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same bunnies The game'll put niggas in they graves Right before they part ways with the street I want a son to greet every mornin' Daughters and
for a second and bounce Admit I did live a little bit sweet pickled dick Freaks licked on it lips I dripped on it Sex I shot pearl necklaces on necks and
joy and pain collide. It takes a life to create a life. Now she's gone. fear and despair fills up his mind. Anger and hate. In search for answers he
ancestors. Mr. and Mrs. Everglot And who'd have guessed in a million years that our daughter, with the face Mr. Everglot of an otter in disgrace, Mr. and
prince is giving a ball the prince is giving a ball! Father: Our daughter's looking dreamy-eyed Mother: The prince is giving a ball. Daughter: They say
FLAHERTY Donal! DUBHDARA Yes! And so the Queen of England Sees us and concludes We're too weak to fight her empire's plan And so my friend, we must
new freeway Gimme the future gimme the future. Oh laughin' While the road maps blow away Gimme the future with a modern girl. We're the son and the daughter And
was christopher wallace now christopher rios Me and pun drunk, and smoked out I used to go to his crib and visit his kids He used to make his daughter and his son
will believe Defies the order That is why Oh, that is why Shall we dance and never stop? Take my hand and stop the clock From turning over And spirit
Hours Gone By And I'm Standin' In The Same Place Still Talkin' For Ages And I Says Alright Babes Oh I Gotta Go Now And You Turn And Smile Said You Gimme
become the order of play She keeps on saying: Chorus II: "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? You know he's my son and the daughter, the queen
these mornings to wake up and find your face on a pillow lying right next to mine I woulda cut out the partying the smoking and the rum and buss a extra wine and
us Might see em round the city and won't even say wassup When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
unnumbered destruction upon your house I lay to waste your treasures and slay your fairest daughter The queen of north told the way the road to River Black impossible and
game. 'Cause them are setting the rules so we go follow like fools. And we're once out of reach, they gon' put it on a leash. So that they can control and
had a special way of turning sex into a song. Camala who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong. [humming] Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen
daughter bring forth me son The loving for eachother woman it just can't done Give the Rastaman your lovin Rastaman will never shun No heathen nah ride and