Anytime we talk say we go rock, we go all the way (x2). [Hook]. Better cars, better clothes on me. Better parties, better houses and better girls on me.
[I-20 - Talking]. Eastside .. Eastside hoe this our anthem. Yo killa's here, I-20 let's run niggaz. . [Chorus]. I'm so Decatur. I'm so Decatur. I'm so Decatur.
(Tity Boi Talking). They'll like this here. It's time to represent the slums. Know what I mean. 2-0(yeah). Tit (bitch). Shawnna (yeah). (Bitch). . [Verse 1].
[Chorus (I-20) X2]. I just love it when its like. (In Out, In Out, In Out In Out). Slow Fuckin'. . [Shawnna]. He said he like the way that pussy roll.
[Chorus (I-20) X2]. I just love it when its like. (In Out, In Out, In Out In Out). Slow Fuckin'. . [Shawnna]. He said he like the way that pussy roll.
Come l'aquilone che sfida sempre il vento. cerco il baricentro della mia identit.. Ora corro sopra il treno della vita che va via. e la morte segue la mia scia..
What, wha, wha, wha, wha. What, wha, wha, wha, wha. Cash Money Millionaires. So take it there. . Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz. Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims.
[Juvenile]. I don't have all day to be chillin'. Just talkin' shit. You done got me out here now. I'm tryin' to get off this brick. I don't trust you to be up in your spot.
Artist: Hot Boys. Album: Let 'Em Burn. Song: Spin Tha Bend. Typed by: [email protected] *. . * send corrections to the typist. . [Verse 1: B.G.]. Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches.
(Papa Rue). Yea, Yea You ??? It's Papa Rue (4 Real). And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin it down for Cash Money!. COME DOWN!. . Chorus: (Papa Rue). Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda.
Staying in my play pretend. Where the fun ain't got no end. Staying in my play pretend. Where the fun ain't got no end. Staying in my play pretend. Where the fun ain't got no end.
In the summer of my wedding. As the corn burned in the field. Oh, I lay down for my baby. And let the sweet smoke stain my heels. . Well, I lay there till the midnight.
Traded my last favor. For a map of St. Charlene. All these ghosts and angels. Friends and strangers. Ask me where I've been. . The engine seemed to tremble.
(Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe). . Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away.
I'm not a sailor. I'm not so strong out of my shoes. Dragging like anchors. . Over the ocean. Pearls in the sky strung 'round the moon. Pointing to you.
Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder. Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes. See I, know nothing about things I be doing. Lives I ruin, in this here shit we pursuing.
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up. Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond. Word up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah. Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him.
Chorus:. . I'm not sure anymore more. Who is knocking at my door door. All the people that I knew. Acted funny when big ruck got some loot. But they can't see b, let my parabellum fly fly.
The sidewalk bends where your house ends. Like the neighborhood is on its knees. Surrounded by a chain link fence. Keeps me out but let's me see. . Well, I come by most every night.
In the summer of my wedding. As the corn burned in the field. Oh, I lay down for my baby. And let the sweet smoke stain my heels. . Well, I lay there till the midnight.