Lyrics:
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
plastic surgery.
Went from 34B to 36 double D.
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party.
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we
naina banaye batiyan
(Eng: By turning away your eyes and making excuses)
Sakhi piya ko jo main na dekhun
(Eng: Without the sight of my lover)
To kaise
Lil hottie
Pretty model body
Told her to come over we could kick it like Karate she
Pulling up if she the baddest at the party
And she always
the wall trick
If you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo ass over
Pump in tha banner yea!
It'll be fabulous if you leave
'cause I'm tryin to stomp your
try to convince 'em again
But if no one ever listens then what's happening then
It's not over
Party hard party long
Move like this is the last song
(pre Chorus)
25 cent super bear arcade, or a 5 dollar roller rink
And I cant remember ever feeling so carefree
(Chorus)
Cuz I can breath the thin air, we
Here we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy,
Its over and through ya
Like Heimlich maneuver
I party at hooters
I don't ride no scooters
I pay all my shooters
Im the crap like manuer
The fakes we
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
I put her in Chanel
It look good on her
Then I bend her over the sink
And put that wood on her
Deep strokes, make her wanna cook a nigga steak
Then
watchin the news on itv
fcuk me brah! the storys all about me
they said i was a bastard causin loads of misery
takin money from tha old to pay for fcukin
(Ricky Racks)
For what it's worth
You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick
You'd fuck the Earth
I tried to get over you
It doesn't work
girlfriends me and you plus her thats three,
I know yo pill kickin in i can tell by the way you lookin at me,
Shake that big ol round caramel brown sexy ass,
we provide it ride it
'Til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping
About 290 years after Christ a Roman
Emperor named Diocletian took over
He really grabbed the bull by
The horns he took over in a period of
Turmoil
the mud now I'm chillin now I Party now
Welcome to tha party you a pop and you smoke
You get high then you stroke now you cyphing your throat
Wonder why
BiGG FA double MO
Stop on block we might shoot up the store
Stashin them P's inna passenger door
Fuckin yo bitch on the floor by the pole
Sippin
Show's over baby, yeah
Your riden?
I got my own after party
Tu why yo cuando acabe este party
La noche espera en un cuarto aparte
Seducirnos por
for a king
By the time we got to arizona
Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
Ima hit for the cycle
Then spin then and wash them until I retire
Competitors compete by Calling me a liar
That's tired
But I'm more of a shark in
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
, am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
See tha gat blast, hear lead whistle by ya ear
Deaf by the sound, vision blinded by the glare of a roller
Dusted the fuck down in ice chips
Hatchet
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