Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor See I be drillin' in the east side of San Pedro Park I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
I don't give a 'bout your fault or mishappenin's We from the Bronx, New York thing happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the on the Squad
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy- prophets walk it, handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double
that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark I pound puppies before they get to they first bark Anybody wanna get they first spark? {"
stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, LONG KISS Chorus: Joe Hooker Y'all
*lighter sparking up* *inhale, cough* {Lil' Rob speaking} What's up? Lil' Rob Back on my own The way it should be The only way that it can be Let's take
smoke it on my own Never leave me alone I'm in my zone Stoned to the bone Me in the dark, sittin' in the park Forgettin' everything that hurts my heart So I spark
been busy, been busy, been busy...... *lighter sparking up* *inhale, cough* {Lil' Rob speaking} What's up? Lil' Rob Back on my own The way it should
Your marijuana dreamer Floating in endless night of Unfulfilled Fantasies.. *lighter sparking up* *inhale, cough* {Lil' Rob speaking} What's up? Lil
The Darkside No luv so you know a Nigga heart cry Bet I still b on top Wen them cars fly Even then I still let da sparks fly Lotta nigga turn the dick
Here we go, now I'm back I got soul, although I'm not black Pass the mic and I'm a spark it 'Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market I used to shoot
? cream Drivin? them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus All up in the clubs, buyin? out the bars and shit Uhh, money man in the house Yeah, uhh Sparks are
I extend my love Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the bridge Tossin they wigs make corpse of they kids Free, O, Sparks and Mack Mittens I'm 95 south,
ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [joe sinistr] Here we go, joe
: Fat Joe] I don't give a fuc* about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin, love to spark the place
was Joe Tennis thinking at the time? 'I'll let my idea go, if it comes back to me its mine.' But the idea hung a left and become a faint spark on distant
and it's too late the fuse lit I treat my nine like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man On the East
Just send me to Hell or Salt Lake city It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me Detroit city from the Aretha to Aliyah To Bob Segar to Joe