could be love because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes, I swear, it's the truth And I owe it all to you Because I've had
The Constitution late at night So he and his wife had a great big fight And she made him sleep on the couch all night James Madison never had a son
I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before I
sometimes (Rain feels like this, check it) [Verse 2] I'm not in the zone, there's too much in the way I weigh two bucks and if I had two slugs to spray
money nigga [Chorus] [G. Dep] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-
t stop, so check the, mansions and stacks And we don't have to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight
u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after the original u know what it is. (JD) welcome to atlanta remix it had
up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight
m Kris Kristofferson On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd Airborne Brigade on Operation Hump War Zone D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200 V.C. Forty-eight
the cut And no mistakes allowed E-M-C-E-E, I-C-E-T, A-N-D, DJ Evil E Doggin the deck like it's never been done before You had enough? "more!" Here we
had the loop-loop that night at King Park And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail Straight to the County with no motherf*** bail Forty eight
was eyeing his leat Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always
swore that I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more I got my mind, right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back Had
my way up to da top like it wasn't nothing And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be call laa baw and pot see Had a lot after sometin
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
I got caught dealin', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die
come for you?Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do when they come for you? When you were eight and you had bad dreams
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,