) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1
[Game - Verse 1] Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky N-gga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s I, walk on the moon
Shop / Shop of Horrors / Horoscope / Scope the premises for records / Kids incorporated / Rated X / Extremely dope / Dope smoking / King Tuttenkhamen / Common practice / Disaholic #1
(dogs Barking) (Cam) Uh let me tell you sumthin' Act ya age and I ain't even matta fact listen to me Let me tell you sumthin Verse 1 (Camron) AAAYYYYOOOOW
, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off
a log flume I live the life now rappin is my fricken job roll wit more bitches then racin the iditorid get it cuz girl dogs are called bitches the iditorids a dog
t you take a pill and put a little trust in me And you'll see BRIDGE 1: Don't freak out until you know the facts Relax CHORUS: Don't be stupid--you
host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!) Dub B. with the banger, Webb, Nitty, Dolla (WOO!!!) Shouts is stupid let that bass knock [Verse 1
statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa) ("what" - repeated in background) (*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*) [Verse 1
I Ride For Hollygrove 1-7 Eagle Street And I'm Higher Than An Eagles Feet But I Beleive In Me Apple is the Crossreet I Am Just An Off-Spring Born In Tha
dog would be the word. Would it be dog? It would be dog. Definitely dog. It would come springing from my lips, dog Boing, boing boing. It would be springing
[VERSE 1:] None a dem pussy deh cyah call Mr. Palmer informer, send him to di balmer Dis Kartel ah go get murder like yuh father, real life war unnuh
(feat. Lil Wayne) [Game - Verse 1] Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s
nur noch Sterne seh'n wie Nasatruppen (wir schlagen Nutten) schlagen Nutten (schlagen Nutten) schlagen Nutten (schlagen Nutten) schlagen Nutten (eeyyyy) (wir schlagen Nutten) Part 1
a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring
[Verse 1] Okay, Tom Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth Can I sleep