with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit
no Will Smith either, There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers. No Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest Who would be a big
in these friends These bands, these stories and the places that I've been I thank God, mom and dad, Adriana for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band
Last week, Kyle quit the band Now we're back together, uh Misunderstanding, didn't understand It doesn't matter, now we're back together again Uh la la
Enter my Delorean time machine back to the future we go to explore the rock scene all the while my style's McFly even when I die big props to L.I. South
is just around the block There's a party at the end of the world Where the locals do the tango twirl Now don't make that big mistake and wind up with
to his local am station And then the band played Right on the radio, it was alright And the boys in the band sung And the band played, everybody
station And the band played Right on the radio It's on the radio And he listened to the bass line And the boys in the band sang Whoa, whoa whoa-wo Whoa
your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang
I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin
thing The caviar and the diamond rings It goes all night I see the writing on the wall The bright lights of a big soiree The satin glows and the tango
again Couldn't split up Kato and Nash Couldn't split up Tango and Cash This is our song of exalted joy Because We are the band that kicks some ass Rock
dropped off the charts like Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan I
rages with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin' the raw - gettin' bands in the pores Bitches enjoy with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit
Last week, Kyle quit the band, Now we?re back together, uh. Misunderstanding, didn?t understand. It doesn?t matter, now we?re back together again. A-la
hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer [x2] [Verse 1: Rick Ross] See me in da club I'm da big boi, I'm da big boi With da big watch, get flip-four Girls
latin, le hacen coro los "sultanes del swing" y una big band con un trombon y bombin de Nueva Orleans en mi funeral. Y ese tango compadrito del sur y
I ain't fuckin with crabs, out of state copped two labs Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave. Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big dough rehab Tryin
