move for free, I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'? With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something You don't really wanna get
make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track Same wit same chips ass it was still fat And I ain't really
squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
to get you? Damn I really miss you, I had to say it again I remember the time when I was like ten Crept up in the neighbor's yard, yeah, bein' hard
in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin
fo really with this milly yo Leave many hoes like the cereal cheerios You into funny money I'm raking the silly dough The type that dont really fold
painting That I think I've often seen The kings behind the counter Serving coffee to James Dean Life is good Life is great Life is unbelievable Life is hard
know ass, ass, ass! [Chorus:] [Lil' Jon:] Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll really can't
thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder Than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
By Tyketto (Music For Nations, 1994) B-side of the "The End Of The Summer Days" single Written by Danny Vaughn, Michael Clayton, Brooke St.James and
I know that you won't talk, not much Don't put me on When all it really depends On how you see yourself Where the sidewalk ends Well, there goes James
Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick Full of alcohol at the football games Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James
convict, walkn round the campus wit my fro on pick every 20 seconds i be grabin my dick, fulla achohol at the footbal games, doin more drugs then my nigga Rick James
She likes the boys in the band She says that I'm her all-time favorite When I make my move to her room It's the right time She's never hard to please
[INTRO] - Why, why, why, why, why. Why [CHORUS] I really wish I could explain it baby (why), It's just the world is kinda crazy baby (why), Ain't no
a flower, time is wastin'" And it's hard to make a stand And it's hard to make a stand It was hard to make a stand It was hard to make a stand Yes it
up drinkin' when she give her emotions up Too many enemies and no killers Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers, I get stacks I blam hard with
orgies, they bore me Here's another twenty, now what you got for me? He stared at me hard, finally dipped in his drawer Flipped the elevator keys