You've been here before yeah, you've seen it all and I won't even let you look over my walls Say you're terrified so am I But I won't give in I could
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
Salvador The afternoon sunlight Is folding around us The dishes are done The buildings here Tall as our mountains Slice through the windows And cut off
I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps
Sunday morning You're gonna find my love shining on you You're gonna find my love Ooh, I'm waiting And I'm forever anticipating Your face on my pillow
Yeah, on the remix to up Sunday afternoon, yo DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby I feel like you're the real thing And I feel like I could
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
Your girl is easy like Sunday morning your girl is easy Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning She was riding in the Acura I pulled up from the back
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I hear some people get married In the park on a Sunday afternoon And all their friends bring pretty flowers While the band plays a happy tune Now do
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh Now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul Without even a half-ass frown You got Coors for Sunday
Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then
