Lyrics:
sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us...
Well we're
of Comedy
You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Burnie B. Mac
Keepin' it on the D.L Hugley
[Chorus:]
to self destruction (Who's prepared to break)
You can make a lot of money
Take a little bit
Take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecile B. De Mille
a beat!
You take a boogie! You make it sweet!
You take a rock-a-beatin' boogie,
Rock-a-beatin' boogie beat!
Well! The rock-a-beatin' boogie, b. o. o. g.
[Outro:]
B. Right, you're a genuis - yeah
In them low cut Frankie B.'s with the panties peekin' out 'em
With a booty that big, and her stomach rock solid
On Rodeo Drive, walkin' in her
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
featuring Coko Jay Z
Huh cheer
Understand this right uh
How real is this cheers
Jon B. Coko Jigga
Uh huh understand what we tryin to do
wasn't no limit, baby
We just gon act a fool then
That's what we gon do magic
Master P and Mo B. D
Some more foolish brothers
Tryna to make it happen, you
send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
[Chorus]
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
york
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the billy ocean to the al b.
York
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the Billy Ocean to the Al B.
a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go
Go Johnny
a jig.
You've gotta be as busy as a bee
To be a Mister B. I. G.
And if you want some dig-dig-dignity,
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not least,
to me 'cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like
complète d'un ami musicien
Un petit guitariste nommé Johnny B. Goode
Parti chercher fortune un jour à Hollywood
Bye bye bye bye, bye bye bye bye
Bye bye
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
Man he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go, go
Go
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
to me for days at a time
Oh baby, i know you're gettin' old
And your little temper b. won't really mind
Oh, we'll be sittin' close together baby
And our
girl Mary B. you just ain't runnin' up in me
You got to give me what I need baby, that's a drop top Z baby
Martini and Roxy, icedy Spomaonte'
come too close Ima bleed you
I gotta turn up like my nigga B. Lou
I gotta turn up like my nigga...
Wait
I am not a Myan Ima menace
Broke nigga look at my
реалий
Пока он считает налик
Не хочу быть как B. I. G.
или Лесэйн Пэриш Крукс
Хочу быть самим собой
И не пялить на ваш брукс
У меня своя банда
В своей
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