last It's up to you you've things to do It's up to you It's up to you to get things started It's up to you no no not half hearted Take each and every
Translation: Cheap Trick. It's Up To You.
Hit the gates bro You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? 'Cause
you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel
you better if you just ride me Grind me, try me, watch me finish I like you better if you get up in it I might like you better if we slept together Might
light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
want to, it's because I can't I'mma getcha but I ain't goin' into it 'Cause ain't nothin' to it but to do it See it ain't no sweat to me 'cause in the
at It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I ain'
you try get it on then I gotta get it gone! just do it.. (Vers 2) I ain't really got a speak on it Shawnna get up in the dawn Make 'em wanna put
cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy I want a quick feel, a cheap
, you had it going on, with ease you really worked it Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it: Okay, last fall's when you started it all
rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said let me rock you 'cause i feel for you Chaka Khan won't you tell me what you wanna do Do you feel for me the
something, say something The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka I smack Internet MC's and beat bloggers You
don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, fuck wutcha heard You believe wutcha want, the truth is what it is, it be what it been Get rich, shorty
cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the
today nigga it's right now It's Ke' and 'Ro and fa' sho that's a gangsta hit Get up out our life, hoe Get up off our dick, Trick! [Chorus: Z- Ro] Time
bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin
you's a balla' You gots no bucks? You gets no fuck You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt You got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You lookin
