CHORUS: Why do I do these type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1. . Verse 1 [Playalitical].
Yea, we gon' serve til I die, ok. New Playaz Circle. As a matter of fact it's gonna kill me. Bitch! Cuz u aint!. Haaaaa!. (Tell 'em shortie). So git high!.
Foriegn cars and foreign hoes ( repaeat word twice ). c'mon lets go. Pimp C :. . Yeah Mayne, Kno Wat Im Talkn Bout. Dis My first solo album b*tch. I Aint Neva Had One Befo.
Aye yo, come on. Ayy papi. [Foreign Content]. Gotta get this money. Playa-haters lookin' at me funny, nigga don't want no trouble. Know why? 'Cause bitches don't want no trouble.
Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil. Undefinitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil. Definitely. . The tension is getting hotter. I'd like to hold her.
Let me freak the funk. Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells. I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state. As I invade their masquerade.
The way that momma raised us was pure faith. So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us. Or lay us down to sleep. Know the wolf from the sheep. Or the sheep who cried wolf.
Hier bin ich gebor`n und laufe durch die Straßen!. Kenn die Gesichter, jedes Haus und jeden Laden!. Ich muss mal weg, kenn jede Taube hier beim Namen..
Chorus:. . Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing. You don't really wanna stop. Eh eh. Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing.
Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies. In something foreign, soarin', 145. The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly. I want it all, no lie.
Then, there are the times in my life. When I feel, trapped. Feel there's, no way out. No escape. To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin. Where I'll end up at.
Biggie:. Uh, uh, uh. Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn. auto futigued then fitigue the enemy. look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up. moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard.
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll. We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing. As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds.
(Diddy). You gonna believe me now though. Tryin' to get up in your body your spirit take your soul. . (Chorus). Come here girl. Let me creep in your world.
[P. Diddy]. Bad Boy. Let's dance [7x]. Yo, everybody report to the dance floor. Report to the dance floor. Bad Boy baby. 112, Beanie Sigel. Here we go!.
(Intro). . (Chrous). Dippin N Sippin. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. . Im on the 105 freeway, doin 110. Patron in my cup, and im Ridin' with my friends..
Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang. Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang.
A Monster. Album: Doomsday Charades. Written by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Dumb Luck and Ecid. Produced by: Vividend. Alive and Well Family. . (Chorus). If its true what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger then damn I must be a f***king monster REPEAT X4.
(Verse 1). This mic holds me like a C4 hostage. Yelling out hip hop needs more mosh pits. I lost my mind there's no reward on it. Metaphor highway, detoured conscience.
[chorus]. . It's plain to see you can't change me. Down south nigga 4 life. . It's plain to see you can't change me. Up north nigga 4 life. . It's plain to see you can't change me.