Lyrics:
ridn' your bikey say
hey to my brother Mikey 'cause he's rockn' to da beat
kinda off but never stoppn',
hoppn' hope ya like his shi.
... 'cause he'll mess
You are everything
And everything is you
The one who's true to you, I'm down for ya
The one who makes you smile and laughs with ya
The one who holds
add another finger to the peace sign
That's the W and B sign, bitch
Yeah, ya understands me ?
Mack they gon' respect me
'Cause I'm a rider, I'm
Come On
I Wanna Rock Right Now,
Songz Prolly Playin On Ya Block Right Now.
I'm So Internationally Known,
Catch Me At The London With Ya Girl Ya Home.
Buick, Buick Mackane will ya,
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl ?
Oh, be my girl
Rainy lady
Queen of the rock will ya
Queen of the rock will ya help
old boys can't do,
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
Country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive,
Cause ya can't starve us out and ya
my Juliet.
I finally found ya.. oh my Juliet.
I finally found ya.. my Juliet.
Can't wait to wake up in the morning..
Knowing she'll be around
wanna know
Its ya secret
Creole!
When she look that good
Creole!
Wheneva she talk that good
Creole!
Wheneva she bounce that good
Ladies if you wanna know
I love the way you walk
I love the way you walk
I love the way you walk, Oh my babe, I got my eyes on you
I see ya every day
I see ya every day
booty
That's tooty-fruity
The honkies tried to warn me
That butt you got is.....ooh, so corny!
Ooh chicken smooth skin
Ya say ya wanna get ma old?
Well
approach a bitch, and tell the ho to suck my dick
So come quick, and wrap ya mouth around my dick just like a glover
I tell a ho true nigga, I ain't no lover
for trouble
Uh Oh here come the po po
Yall better toss that llello quick and tuck ya bankroll
Don't think I forgot where I come from dog cuz I know
hacerte mi tesoro
Si tú supieras lo que sufro por tu amor
Ya te vinieras a vivir aquí conmigo
Yo ya no quiero, sufrir más por lo que tienes
Ya tráeme
Que la felicidad como ropa se la quita
Que yo siempre estaba cuando tú no estaba'
Fue tanto dolor que ya no me mataba
Poco a poco ya no te
the fame but go ahead
And get ya 5 minutes
Then you front line cadets can
Report to your lieutenants
See I’m ya past, I’m ya future and ya present
So watch
bullets in ya head
Yea, Luda! As if the gilatene chopped off
My noggin I got my head gone
Got the pedal to the
Metal and my lambo poppin in the red zone
Can ya feel me? I keep
My finger on the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser
Everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager,
To the cloud I go, cloud I go
One time, baby tell me ya need me
Cloud I go, cloud I go
Two time, baby tell me ya love me
Cause I've been drinking too much
Throw some rain right at ya
Treat the trap just like a old man
And I throw some cane right at ya
I throw some weed right at ya
I throw some lean right
broke ya no, no
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey)
So cold, somebody should've told ya (Hey)
Man, you do not have to understand
I'm movin' my body my hands
the chunky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5 liters of blood
A thug's a dead man (Come on)
G Unit soldiers ride out
G Unit soldiers
a heart
I'm walkin' around like I ain't got a problem
It ain't even cool, fuck it (Cool, fuck it)
I ain't gonna judge ya
(I ain't gonna judge ya)
Lets just
Shake that thing miss Kana Kana
Shake that thing miss Annabella
Shake that thing ya Donna Donna
Jodi and Rebecca
Woman get busy
Just shake that
everytime I say dat
In the game room I don't play dat
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at ya front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco shoot 'til
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