Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me. Roll the windows up, baby, blow an ounce with me. We tight of the green and hen, get in the wind. Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends.
[ Swizz Beatz ]. MJ. Eightball. MJG. Eightball. . [ Eightball ]. Swizzle. It's finna super crunk up in this joint. We came to get dirty up in here. Yaknowmsayin, mayn?.
Chorus: (Eightball). be ballin g's we get buck. all ballin g's just get crunk. bitches let me see you ride that dick. nigga you got ice than rock that shit.
Check 1, 2. Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh. 1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2. Somebody better tells these mothafuckers. How we wreck fools, disrespect fools.
What it do, do. What it do. What it do. . What it do baby girl. Get on the dance floor. Will you put your drink down. Come and dance with me. . What it do baby girl.
[Eightball]. Yeah i'ma be real wit you motherfuckas. It done been once and it can be done again. Your family now, welcome to the Suave house. . [Thorough].
Music: S. Drover, G. Drover. Lyrics: S. Drover. . The missions clear. Obtaining information - vital. Preventing mass obliteration. Sent back in time - As I surpass the speed of light.
Enter a world - forgotten time. Born through a miracle - without reason or rhyme. A fulmination - of hope and praise. The chosen one put forth - to vanquish buried flames.
Going through the motions,. Trying to come to senses,. Trying to work it out. Fallings' so predictable,. But it's so unpredictable. . Don't want to miss you now, don't want to settle down.
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]. Eightball the Fat Mac must express. While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess. Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile.
Music: G. Drover. Lyrics: S. drover. . Everyday a constant battle. Fighting to survive. I prey oh god please let me stay alive. Bodies scattered everywhere.
He loves you he said when he was last around. Something about the nails in his hands. Said thats all I need to keep cold and warm. . I'd like to believe all is good and well.
[Eightball talking]. Ay dawg, check this out (uh). Peep this... I met this lil' chick the other day (yea). Talkin 'bout some super stout. Super stout, she put it on ya boy.
If I could only say, what you had in mind. If I could only run, towards your words. If I could only change, the things that stop me moving. I would follow (in your footsteps).
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Trapped beneath 1000 storms, volcanic ash is brimming to explode. Buried under walls of ice - dormant lava waits to singe the earth.
First Verse: (Thorough). . They told me to come clever, whatever,. it dont make, it's on you,. so I be who I be, and do what I gotta do,. I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpish.
In my soul there's silence. and i just can't keep going on like this. and if i go its violence. it's gone beyond us holding on to this. . and in this soul-less science.
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . [Theme - Glen]. . Tormented mind - a weakened pagan. The tarnished halo - of dripping blood. Through unspeakable acts - 1 final shot at glory.
Chorus. A man would die a thousand times. Before he reach one with soul. The one he beathes will be his last breath. Or does any one ever known. He died with his riches in the streets.
Following too close for me. The moments gone, into rewind again. . I can't go back and change whats stained now. I think I've seen this all before. I've got a spine built from memories (time to move on).