(yeah) Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right) I was a gentleman, livin in tenements Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens
the stash The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change
hee hee hee hee hee hee hee My name is brian and I'm the man I write hit songs with a wave of my hand Songs of surf and sun and sand I make great music
best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain Tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music
low, like Bernie Mac Dogs, let 'em out, women, let 'em in It's like I'm ODB, the way I'm freaking Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly Get it
work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee I'm tired
[unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music
on a loop but we dont let it phase. Raisin these babies through it. We never run away from responsibility, but where you goin? Youre gonna have to face the music
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'
people (My kind of people) Now I can smell it, somebody put good grain in the air (Ain't nothin' better than some real good music) And there's a lot of fine ass women
look I'm gonna let you in on a little secret My man, Nathaniel Merriweather, you know A little running buddy from Handsome Boy Modeling school Made this thing called Music
the children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place
, your way or my way, its OK, cuz either way you don't have a name!! Its when she loved me The taste of the dew and the music in you Its the moment
butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house Check the ratio of men to women And women
yo girls i got ma dogs they gon act cool she ma bad girl she might be bout them games she might say wassup i might say wassup hey little mama wanna know yo name damn little
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
