Kiss me, I taste him on your lips. Touch me, he's on your fingertips. Don't say that you were with your friends. Your eyes lie and I'm staring into him again.
[Juvenile]. I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin. The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin. Hope you got your boys and you straped tight.
Never ever before. Has a colorful world. Held a colorful girl like you. You gotta fly. Never ever have I. Been just black or just white. All this freedom and flight has got me feeling high.
[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.
I need this like air in my lungs. This element tears through my bones. It keeps me fighting. Well I, emotions that swim through my veins. A fever that shows in my face.
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.
I gotta keep you with me. Ohhh, ohhhh. Ohhh, ohhhh, ohh. . Catch my flight, 6am. Gonna be gone till who knows when. Here I go. . I squeeze you tight one last time.
(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.
[B.G.]. When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all. When it comes down to G shit, I get it all. When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all. When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all.
If I could wish anything. Close my eyes and count to three. All I want is you, you, you. All I need is you, you, you. . You're like the pot of gold. At the end of the rainbow.
We ridin' coming up out of the flames with the K firing. (Ride, ride). Hot Boys ridin' our flames firing. (Ride, ride, ride). . I'm 'bout to make a move so you best to 86.
Click clack shimmer 'n shine. Everybody's in a line now. Dressed up to the nines now baby. . Silver, shiny, sexy, it's love and. The music's playing so loud.
What, check, check. Head buster, set ripper, neighborhood superstar. Corner splitter while we dispose of nigga broad hitter. Hot Boys soldier, expedition flipper, hell.
Artist: Hot Boys. Album: Let' Em Burn. Song: Off Wit Ya Head. Typed by: [email protected]. . [B.G.]. y'kno it go down fuckin' with the B.G. nigga.
Let's get it on, yeah, y'all can come along. Everybody drinks on me, buy out the bar. Just to feel like I'm a star, now I'm thanking the academy. Missed my ride home, lost my iPhone.
I'm not usually the type of guy to call twice. And leave a message every time (It's me again). That's quite alright. And most days I just dust them off like that.
(Mannie Fresh). What you working with?. . (Lil' Wayne). Nigga, what section you be representing?. Look, Look. Well in my section we be thugging hard. Moving weight everyday on the boulevard.
Honestly, why are my clothes out on the street. Honestly, I think you've lost your mind. I cant believe I came home to find my car keyed. Honestly I'm way too tired to fight.
H-beezy in this motherfucker man. Fa sheezy nigga come here to burn this whole motherfuckin city down. Know what I'm sayin, see what I'm sayin' slugga.
It feels like a dream. The way you're looking at me. Letting your eyes do the talking. . There's no need for words. You wear my Van Halen shirt. Dancing like nobody's watching.