Nigga walk up in the spot. Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths). The other nigga talking that fly shit. . (La musica de Harry Fraud).
Uh...Uh...Uh..He's here...He's Here...He's Here. He..is..here..is he..really?. . [Chorus]. Don't be scurred now. Got it made now. From the leg down. He..is..here.
Nigga can I get out the car?. Wut's up wit you man?. Chillin' just came from my brothers cuzins mothers house. Say wut?. . Guess who was over there today?.
Nigga walk up in the spot. Wearing that same shit Jesus used to wear (Egyptian cloths). The other nigga talking that fly shit. . (La musica de Harry Fraud).
[Intro]. Uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. . [Hook]. Hate it or love it. [x16]. [Spoken: I dedicate this to all my enemies. All the motherfuckers who don't like me.
All the single ladies, all the single ladies. All the single ladies, all the single ladies. All the single ladies, all the single ladies. All the single ladies.
oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending. . oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending. . oh oh oh. oh oh oh. so much for my happy ending.
You change your mind,. Like a girl changes clothes.. Yeah you, Always stress. Like a chick. I would know.. . And you. Always think,. Always speak,. Cryptically yeah..
The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round. All through the town.. (Roll hands over each other).
Across the frozen hills I walked. And through the drifted snow.. A bunny hopped across my path,. I stopped and watched him go.. At first he hopped,. And then he stopped,.
I am the eye, I go blink, blink,. Yes, I am the eye and I can wink,. I am the eye but I can't think,. That belongs to my friend the brain.. . Fritter fratter frit, fritter fratter frit,.
When I was young I use' to wait. On massa an' hand him his plate. An' pass de bottle when he got dry. An' brush away de blue-tail fly. . Jimmie crack corn an' I don't care.
(Give a fuck about yo feelings). (Give a fuck about yo feelings). (Give a fuck about yo feelings). . Give a fuck about yo feelings. Give a fuck about yo feelings.
It's your boy Chingy. Representin' the king. G.I.B. git it boys. Stop hatin' derrty. And maybe you can get some in your life playa. . Niggaz act like they got paper but no.
A smith had an apprentice once. Who was not very fa-a-a-a-ast,. Of all the workers in the crew. He always was the last.. But this is what he did at noon.
(Give a fuck about yo feelings). (Give a fuck about yo feelings). (Give a fuck about yo feelings). . Give a fuck about yo feelings. Give a fuck about yo feelings.