inside it's my dick in a box It's in a box Not gonna get you a diamond ring That sort of gift don't mean anything Not gonna get you a fancy car Girl
unparted Maybe she will Ask me for some help to get her new place started Maybe she will See me around and want to take a mid-day walk Maybe just feel
face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sow it back
[Verse 1]: your place mid-night when i come through i ring the doorbell twice when i come through i do the things you like like im room service and
change, the more they stay the same And the lonely ones get lonelier with every passing day From the day we met I knew that I should never let you get
it's simple really. it pretty much boils down to there being no excuse for laziness. there's no use for craziness. you should be practicin right now. it
path Gotta get that girl, gotta make her laugh Gotta shake the past and move forwards Gotta make this last, it feels gorgeous But she had a lover in the mid
Dibs's mosh pits Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
airport, we've got to get out, let's go I just wanna reach the radio star I just wanna reach the radio star It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't
G and D here has united Black and white here to show you how we've been delighted The new generation since the mid nineties Showing you how it's done
microphone like I used to I love music yeah, can you feel it Check me out This is how I deal it The bass, the mid, the treble I just fuse it together
blown nightmare. It's a shame it's not a game up in here. Settled in the womb, put me in my tomb, corner of the room, speed buggy get me out of here.
get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road Get going I gotta get going I gotta get going I gotta ease on, get on down the road
Well, the very first commandment Come on, come on Let's get it on Come on, let's get it on Get it on Ah, get it on Hey, lay your burden down Seems
more punk eatin' nothing but junk Trin' to make a phone call to you Well maybe I'll never, get myself together But something's in the back of my mid It
what? [all together] Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!) So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!) So Ryde.. or..
Girl you know we've been together such a long long time (such a long time) And now I'm ready to lay it on the line (Wooow) You know it's Christmas and
