's roll we gettin' in Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy You holdin' me back for' go I spring into action, Brooklyn I'm back for I'm bringin
my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P. Now let me
you need to be hugged And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz trust you all I need in my life I ain't letting you go 'cuz I love you And I'm letting it show
m on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy
at? Where all my timahs, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight [E-40] I pull
on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X] [E-40] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man I'm in the V.I.P.
no high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio, Chorus Misfits, twilight zone, R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S RAMONES, Bad boy rock
it make you sigh, Keep shooting high. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E
.R.E.A.M. get) Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here
It was so long ago, was it in a dream? Was it just a dream? I know, yes, I know, it seemed so very real It seemed so real to me Took a walk down the
you need is M-o-n-e-y That's m-o-n-e-y baby M-o-n-e-y That's m-o-n-e-y baby M-o-n-e-y I was out last night With my girlfriend Things were going Very
want it to live I'm not wasting this life, I'm letting it in You just rip off the planet and take what you want I'm coming to get you if you don't give
Ain't nothing stopping me now The vanities fell correctly beneath The receding part of his twenties was capital M E (I couldn't subscribe) Was capital M E
it right away to Santa.com" I'm gonna e-mail Santa I'm gonna e-mail Santa I'm gonna e-mail Santa I'm gonna e-mail Santa I'm gonna e-mail Santa Send
E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here
I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect) And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday I'm movin' (I'm movin' on) And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin
back B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. B.L.U.R.E.M.I. Group using the loop Of another pop group Completing the cycle Until the teenage maniacs
, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You