off the Duke's gonna be I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes (Hey) And Lee Marvin (Hey) And Sam Peckinpah (Hey) And a case of whiskey and drive
and Delilah' burst squealing out of the kitchen followed by SAMMY, wearing jodhpurs and knee-length riding boots and carrying a megaphone. HE adjusts his spectacles and
Alexx: I see it from far mi and dem nah go par A nuff a dem bwoy mi a smoke man cigar Mi and dem coulda never inna wrong bar Dem bwoy deh flex
Down low double life 1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves How could something so right go so wrong Just coming in on flight 412 But she was
What is right?What is wrong? Pay the price and it won't take too long to decide what is right thing to do - for me and you Maybe this makes you sick
, do me, do me wrong And I will Make you wished that you never stayed Do me, do me, do me right Do me, do me... Champange and caviar So close but no cigar
watching us I missed her sweet smell, I miss it everyday I miss my best friend, cheap cigars, stupid kids and movie stars And I missed the last song and I miss you And
mean. He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat To view his collection of stamps, And he said as he hastened to put out the cat, The wine, his cigar and
Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line And if they make a wrong move they penalized Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery And
I see you at Sophia?s place We?ll fall right back in line We?ll tilt up your glass and we?ll meet us some beer Come on then and be a good friend Hey you
Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you
mane bruh. I'm in this thang and that's the only thing I came fa. mugged up, I got my people with me. The whole trill fam, and we don't give a damn. Bout
and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we can make thangs right,no more layin between dem sheets by yoself at night ,and
no wars I walk with God, but I still receive bruises and scars Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason Couldn't wait to get my money right, and finally
55 box of cigars is up Right before checkout time is the hardest nut The valet call the room and say the cars is up A dutch and a shot, that's what P
kinds of heat probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill like is that mystery God real? and
talking:] Now see, the definition of a real nigga Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here You know, it took two real niggaz to collab And make