The Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) are eight international development goals that all 193 United Nations member states and at least 23 international organizations have agreed to achieve by the year 2015. The goals are:
Each of the goals have specific stated targets and dates for achieving those targets. To accelerate progress, the G8 Finance Ministers agreed in June 2005 to provide enough funds to the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund (IMF), and the African Development Bank (ADB) to cancel an additional $40–55 billion debt owed by members of the Heavily Indebted Poor Countries (HIPC) to allow impoverished countries to re-channel the resources saved from the forgiven debt to social programs for improving health and education and for alleviating poverty.
Debate has surrounded adoption of the MDGs, focusing on lack of analysis and justification behind the chosen objectives, the difficulty or lack of measurements for some of the goals, and uneven progress towards reaching the goals, among other criticisms. Although developed countries' aid for achieving the MDGs have been rising over recent years, more than half the aid is towards debt relief owed by poor countries, with remaining aid money going towards natural disaster relief and military aid which does not further development.
Krayzie:
Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, and we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug.
Felecia:
It's all good. My lovin's all good.
Felecia:
Lately, you've been stressing me about when I'm a give you some, calling me, jocking me, sweating me, gonna rush me none, 'cuz when the time is right I'm gonna let you know and that's for sure. So wait on me patiently and see what I got in store 'cuz I'm gonna represent to the fullest. I'll be there and I promise you no regrets. Just put your trust in me, and baby, I promise this s**t is legit legit, legit, legit
Felecia:
It's all good. My loving is, my loving is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good.
Krayzie:
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good. Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me.
Felecia:
If I told you once, then I told you twice, you gotta get to know me. There's more to a relationship then jumping in the sheets and if that's all you want then you better go, 'cuz that ain't me. I don't give my love to just anybody, if I'm not correct, then prove me wrong, and just hold on. Gradually, you will see, just how good it'll be. When the time is right, I'll ease your mind with a little bump and grind. Fantasies full of ecstasy: we'll have a real good time.
Felecia:
It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good.
Krayzie:
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good. Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me.
Krayzie: Since it's all good, baby we can get it on, hey, you wanna ride? Krayzie Bone. Come and jump in the Benz and tell your friends, you will get with them later. Come and let me take ya. Got a couple things I wanna show ya. I'm really trying to know ya, I'm just curious, is it really all good? You serious?, I'm serious. If it is, then I gotta jump on it, ride it, ghetto cowboy. Surprise, you thought I was quiet, I never was shy, baby. Niggaz just act like that! lay back, but don't let that fool ya, rule ya. Really give that the nigga the bag, 'cuz we won't have time to talk. I've been peepin' for a minute now (Yep, yep, yep), and I know just where I'm ah start. Let me listen to your heartbeat. Boomp, boomp, racing in this situation. Is it gettin' kind of hot in here? No, that's you, Temperature's rising so am I.
Felecia:
It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good.
Krayzie:
[Chorus: Mighty Casey]
White girlllllllllls, (Suzy,Jen, and Karen)
Going through my miiiiiind, (Sarah, Jesse and Julie, too)
White girlllllllllls, (Judy,Beth, and Sharon)
Help me unwiiiiiiind (The more I see the more I do)
Don't tell Minister Farrakhan (That's right)
He don't wanna know what's going on (Ok)
Cuz white girllllllllllls, won't go away..
[Verse 1]
Ticket to ride, white girl highway
Tell all the white girls they can swing my way
What up baby girl how ya doing is you single
Have you ever messed with a light skinned mandingo
And I can give damn, what all my friends say to me
You and me baby can start making up for slavery
Girl I'm just playin I got a white mom
You got any black in you (no), would you like some
O' word, you like my songs that be playin on tha radio
You know they send tears to a flattery fleratio
I ain't a pickie guy so I really don't care
I'll hit a white chick that got undron hair
Or a ghetto white chick who be trying to act black
With your name on your chain and her hair slicked back
You can be anywhere Maine down to Malibu
From a Trailer park or tha way to park avenue
See me with a black girl you not gon' comment
Or it might just been a white girl with a tan
And sista's don't get mad cause I'm out bangin white chicks
Cause we all look tha same when we turn off the light swicth
See back in the day I was getting no play
Then I went the white girl way like "OJ"
So you can call on "Kato", but I'm sorry "OJ"
Cause I got my white girl and everything is ok
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I've had rich ones, poor ones, I've even had some famous ones
Like "Tracy Lawerence", "Houston", and "Jenna Jameson"
Right about now I'm on probation for three years
Cause I caught a stat case for having sex with
"Britney Spears"
Got head in her dressing room I busted on her chin
Oops (spaooooo), I did it again, "Gwenyth Paltrow"
always saying I be making her laugh, she gave me head
Cause If I hit it I would break her in half
She ain't even the only white actress on my mattress
I even had sex with that fat chick from "The Pratice"
And "Katie Holmes" always trying to take me home
Callin me on the phone sayin, 'Casey make me moan'
Smokin weed on the jets again, on a higher plane
Hate country music wanna bang "Shania Twain"
Whether short or tall, whether blonde or brunette
I ain't met a white girl that I would'nt do yet
And I got "Alyssa Milano" hitting high notes like sopranos
When we all up in my bedroom making some 'milanoes'
I really don't think there a girl that I missed
I used to like "Mariah", till I learned she was mixed
For those who gettin furious please don't take me serious
I'm just wildin' out like "Eddie Murphy" in "Delirous"
But if you took offense and you black or you white
I glad you did sucka cause you way too up tight
[Chorus]
Liquorland is a real nice place
Now you might wanna visit but you don't wanna stay
'Cuz if you stay the alcohol might take you under
And champagne dreams ... ?
Pass the gin and tonic I'm a straight up alchoholic
'Cuz I drink a lot of beer and yo I smoke a lot of chronic
Now I drink the Old English while my speech is slurred
And I drink the Everclear but my vision's still blurred
I try to find religion started drinking St. Ides
And I took a night train 'cuz I needed a ride
I try to get molenko? gave my girl Spanish Fly
But now I chill with Captain Morgan and a pack of Colt 45
I got a pet King Cobra and a pet Mad Dog
Budweiser taste like water so I killed the tree frog
And I'm chillin' always jokin', sippin' rum and coke an'
And if I ain't drinkin' then you best believe I'm smokin'
I'm only 23 but yo I'll never ever grow up
And I'm that crazy ass rapper drinkin' liquor 'til I throw up
On the floor then go to the store and get some more
A 40 couldn't do it so I got a 64
So I got a little bent and I hopped up in the Nova
But the police pulled me over and said "Brother, is you sober?"
I looked him in the eye with a hand on my drink
let out a fat burp and said "Man, what you think?"
The cop tried to make a brother walk in a line
So I threw him on the floor and I walked on his spine
Then I kicked him in the chest and I dipped up in the car car
Put the pedal to the medal I drink more vodka then a rock star
Liquor got me feel like I'm 'bout to explode
And I'm switchin' four lanes on a one lane road
[Yeah I tried to quit liquor a while back
But my mother always told me "Quitters are losers"
And I ain't no loser]
[Chorus]
And I'm highly educated, quite sophisticated
Never been incarcerated still I stay intoxicated
And now I know the reason why I act this way
Sippin' alize on the way to AA
And if I can't find a liquor then I won't be disappointed
I'll just smoke a coupla spliffs and act like I'm double jointed
I'm an Absolut menace when I'm sippin on a Smirnoff
Put up like Holyfield when Tyson bit his ear off
I drink to remember and I drink to forget
I curse worse than a sailor with a case of Tourrets
I spend a lot of time with Jim Beam and Jacky Daniels
And piss on more streets than Pit Bulls on Cocker Spaniels
Catch me sippin' on a liquor thats harder than a lead pipe
I'm proud to be Jamaican so I'm sippin crazy Red Stripe
Looking for Mighty Casey? Well I ain't hard to reach
I'm with a sexy Margarita havin' Sex on the Beach
On the road doin' 50 sippin 151
And when I ran out of gas I start run and I run
I hit the bar wreck like the witness in a car chase
And take more shots than Pacino did in Scarface
And before the night's over I have a couple more drinks
I got knocked out in 90 seconds like that brother Leon Spinks
[Haha know what I'm sayin'? I'm a winner right here and I won