that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale be, can Roscoe scheme Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow bone, DJ this my favorite song
Honda) And the niggas love me 'cause I keep they girls up in the Hummers(Hummers) You know I keep my government name all up in ya cd changer I done wrote every song
whole party While you?re listenin' to this song, ease your mind If you don?t get what I?m sayin? press rewind Now, right now I?m 16 But when you hear this song
that ass In your jeans Can Wale beat, can Roscoe skeet Long hair she don't care, when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ this my favorite song
a gun out Feel that bow down, it's real rap verbally peelin' cats off da map Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake If I do the whole song boom, it's Vietnam
epic The 16 verses so valuable Cool kid I do it all so casual, so flammable Since five were alive I was gone There ain't even a hook on the song All
nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total Want beef, nigga? You better dead that shit My name should be "Can't believe that
Artist: Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce the 5-9) Album: Nuttin' to Do CD Maxi-Single Song: Nuttin' to Do Typed by: rapforum@hotmail.com, OHHLA Webmaster
come back Get down Mama, get down low They gonna know me wherever I go 16 witches, cast 16 spells Make me a guitar outta skin and human skull Sing you a song
things But slow your roll ma, 'cuz I fund a million things This time 16 ain't enough I've got a couple more bars of the famous stuff It's Moka O, my name
All that ass In yo jeans Can Wale be Can Roscoe scheme Long hair she don't care When she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ this my favorite song
preps jocks starter chicks So what the fuck I'm tryin to find a place to call my home 9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old Found not guilty back
cliqs preps jocks starter chicks So what the fuck I'm tryin to find a place to call my home 9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old Found not guilty
I'm gonna make your face look just like mine 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Cassius Clay, you'd better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16
'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run 99, 100 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16
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Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn) I