moppin the floors With them, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin' the torch And it won't be, long 'til this sport is O V E R, just blazin'
girlfriend's favorite song is mine, If I sang it then I wrote it, Even if I didn't sing it, Write the lyrics, make a Milli, Let another artist bring it, R
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
ain't wat you doin so you need to move around. I need somebody that's gon cook for me, fix my plate and rub my back. But all you do is fuss and fight
mine? Shorty would you be mine? I know you're young but you're ready See we can bump and grind like R. Kelly Baby, we ain't gotta fuss and fight Let
girl tattoo on ya tummy thump out of scale but ima make you love ma since im afrodisea baby girl its on i promise you i will do all the words to this song
Artist: Too $hort Album: Players Song: Wild Wild West [$hort] Once upon a time there lived a man In a place that's known as East Oakland He can rap
wondered 'bout my part in songs Asking what's the label on Had this came along, why the hell the signed restraints? Told my A and R he's okay, but now
run up You get dealt with You get melted "Check Yo' self" (bitch check it) Ice Cube, you better tell'em (tell 'em mutha-fucka) Muggs made the best songs
shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And
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
had on us and we lose a brother, And I Wish I could go deep in a zone, And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song, And I (I wish
the upper hand on us and we lose a brother and I Wish I could go deep in a zone And lift the spirits of the world with the words with in this song and
is for very important players invited W is for my wordies on the team We all souljas out that u-p-t R.I.P. to the homies xyz If you can sang this song
Hahahaha! So you know Pun passed, I had to carry on tradition nigga Don Cartagena had to rise to the occasion All by myself nigga! Linked up with the R
Lots of songs, lots of sounds Bookoo fan, lots of towns Good and bad time, farewells and makin' up Even feet hurt in the rhythm that run with walkin' off Fights
