Yeah, Akon, Miss Fatty's are burning on the dancefloor Red one, It's nice to be nice, Mohombi It's even nicer to be nicer, Mohombi Big time, Red one,
Check out the real situation: Nation war against nation. Where did it all begin? When will it end? Well, it seems like: total destruction the only solution
How do you fall in love? And when do you say I do And when is the perfect time To spend the rest of your life? Seasons may come and go And sometimes
Yeah, about to get my thug on The 41st side of things I used to be in love with this bitch named E and J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with
Bed of roses By bonnie hayes From the album "bette of roses" Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows And the still air is sweet with summer
I was visited by the power and the glory I was visited by a majestic hymn Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky Electricity flowing through my
Antes que tu hables de mi, oye Antes que tu hables de mi Quiero que tu sepas Que entre tu y yo, que va Nada sucedio, que va Y para que no te las heches
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape
Chorus: Gotta get some lovin' (repeated) Too $hort: Gotta get me some pussy Biotch What's really goin' on? Yeah, $hort dog's in the house Funky fresh
I used to have a lot of bitches Straight down for me Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street But I'm a dog and I dog my broads Guerrilla pimpin',
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage
Right about now in the place to be Too $hort baby Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin' Dangerous Crew bitch With that old school Too $hort baby,
Man, this bitch blowing my beeper up Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at When you beeped me last
In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty orange carpet Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it And ride
Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby... $hort dog's on the microphone... Straight from the east side... I'm a player, bitch, oakland style They