You ready to kick some ass? Turn up the music... I was at a jam the other night, I was feelin' real good so the feelin' was right I came to the party
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I saw made me cry I saw the pictures and letters, I should have known better Than to try to deny I love them all, I love them all And if they came again
Where do I begin To tell the story of how great a love can be? The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings
Mmmm, mmmm Say good-bye to not knowing when The truth in my whole life began Say good-bye to not knowing how to cry You taught me that Chorus And I'
, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From
had between us, don't you know you lost my trust People ask me where you've been (Where you've been) And I tell them were just friends (Tell them we'
shinin', to every young man This is a plan, learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from
like 'What up Conrad?' Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaz from
night hustlin' like all night doin it to the sun light gettin' it to this bright light doin it on them twenty fours shinin' on them headlights C-C-Catch
ya all no ain't cheatrers I can grantee like I'm no other cheater) [x2] Yves saint Laurent stacks in my bag Hit the club fly twenny threes on the jag
blowin' Niggas in jail know it when you do it Do it yourself and never tell no one You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles
through thick and thin On my thugs I can depend Been down from the getty go, since any a you Can you feel me though? Mo Thug takin' over from the north
boost my IQ I'm like 5'2, my SAT scores was high too But I don't wanna brag I Louis Vuitton bag em Hopped out the Jag proceeded to shag shag them Thought
say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea
had Oh my Lord, Soulja be be goin ham Pull up to the hood in a rich nigga door Rich nigga rims, its them 24 Going so hard, see them rich nigga clothes
Lyrics off the chain everytime I hit a beat These instrumentals dead, (get this boy a ----?) Mirror mirror mirror on the wall (boy what it do?) Who the biggest balla of them
like me And this is for my niggas who used to roll gold D Poppin' the trunk on them swanggers, hoppin' out in tall tees So, all my niggas that's ballin' and feel like me From
