Hey, I got a question for the ladies out there. Yeah, cause there's a few things that I would like to know. Before I fuck with you. . Oh, baby could you learn.
This is mafia music.... And a maybach that is. Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby.... Bossssss!. . (Avery Storm). The last bird flew the coop. I lose the roof.
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Show me how funky is your chicken now. Let me see you get away, get away. When the band starts kickin' now. . Show me how funky is your chicken now. Let me see you get away, get away.
Oh, girl, I can't get ready. (Can't get ready for losing you). Oh, oh girl, I can't get ready. (Can't get ready for losing you). . No, no, no, I can't get ready.
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I was a terror since the public school era. Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses. Smoking blunts was a daily routine. Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene.
[B-Real]. Ready set go. I'm ready to run. Steady we get though, under the sun. About to let go. Show me respect though. Uno memento. We came from the bottom and rose to the top.
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz. No I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin. Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much. Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much.
Intro. (scratching). . N-n-n-... etc.. . Chorus. . N-i-g-g-a-nometry x3. (nigganometry, nigga-na-na-nometry). Repeat all x2. . Verse one. . Now if a bitch sucks yo dick, for $5 per square inch.
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening. I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in. I'm drinking spirits in the hopes that I will find myself one.
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening. I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in. I'm drinking spirits in the hopes that I will find myself one.
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what?. It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from. The streets of Chicago, Southside. Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar, I gotta do it like this.
You and I must make a pact. We must bring salvation back. Where there is love I'll be there. . I'll reach out my hand to you. I'll have faith in all you do.
I'm on some desert isle. Searching for, the love you gave me. Looking deep inside, for the treasures that I found. The gold reminds of time, all the secrets of our hearts.
don't need a reason to, do the things that I do.. No need to impress you, just wanna undress you.. I really love your shoes, you still kick kangaroos..
We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty. But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty. Ain't nothing you can do when we decide. It's about to get dirty.