Feel,
Sick after every meal,
I'd say,
Cos I know,
The life from your burning wheel,
Won't wane,
Sleep,
I sleep every day,
Wipe the cobwebs away,
I need to be loved,
Christ,
I'm out of my mind,
I need to be loved,
I need to be loved,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn't for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
Dive straight in on your girlfriend,
Making her feel like there's going to be a war,
Dive straight in at the deep end,
Making you feel like there's going to be a war,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn't for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
One good day of the week,
And I'll be up again,
One good day of the week,
I'll be higher than the government,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn't for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
As I turn to you and I say,
If you're messing with a good heart,
You've got to take what's due.[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby, one more time
*baby cries*
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!
*Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this*
*Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in*
... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat
*voice comes in over*
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
(Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
Motherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)
*Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in*
Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!
What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
B.I.G.: Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
B.I.G.: Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you mo