never leaves on the light And some things that I tell her They just don't seem to bite It's all mixed up It's all mixed up It's all mixed up She tricks
Translation: The Cars. All Mixed Up.
m onto you So can I shake my ass? Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb Yeah, a bomb in the club Fresh off of the crash Freshen up
, bring all the stars out Same cat, you know bring all the cars out All our street cats buy all the bars out Don't know whatcha all 'bout but I'm livin' it up
thing that matters, oh So we do it how we do it All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here 'Cause
t you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with
I reek of money (Bitch) Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug
the time is now Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic, that's all I need All I need is one mic, all I need ***** All I need is one mic, yeah
weeks and I know Y'all got some shit, clack back me gun Hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin' Ladies and babies scream onto the floor Shut up and
, dat dey play Dats my song, turn it up I'm in da club hot, crunk, sweatin', burnin' up, I'm hot I'm 'bout to do the crowd Buckin' and hollerin' what's up
Jersey Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up Fucked upall nightall night Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up
Mixed up tea leaves, phantom pain Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain Getting better everyday If the brakeman turns my way Mixed up signals, bullet train Cars
Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast Wrap rappers all up
Pullin all of y'all cards We dangerous, only games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!) We all drive reckless, change cars like Baby Make Flex say, "Y'all
live (yeah) point blank period Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag One word in your bitch ear, she all
in the other room It's 'bout to be some grown folks talkin' here, okay? All right Yeah, things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all
man! (Y?all can?t catch up) Ayo Bow! Let ?em know how you lookin? up! Ow! New G shirt Yellow Lamborghini BBC shirt with a fresh pair of jeans Black cars
