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On the other side I wanna break down and cry, yeah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh can ya feel me burnin'?
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
So many days, so
looking at her mouthful
One on one game sessions
You can get roasted
And 1 half amazing
Like God's son
I know my game is elite
Me and her talk by 12
I
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
a hoedown everybody Gather around. And sing praise to hip-hop to being on top to loving one another a lot Break it down
Yeah
I've been bitten by the road
on earth can anyone say?
Party!
Life is swinging
Skies are blue and bells are ringing
Every day I wake up singing
"Look at me, I'm rich and happy!"
biz
That's why so many swing and miss
Delusions of grandeur the jester's party trick
Honestly what's even the point of this
Why my brain keep writing
to see a better day
See a better day
Music will set you free
Let it be your evergreen
This is my evergreen
This is the party
that never fades away
Never
bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
I sold
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
'familiarity breeds content'
And I say 'this ain't a
Parody just barely vent'
What I feel until it's so clear
I'm scared of my sense
New day, built for
of beer
Bacardi and Liquor
Because tonight there is a giant
House party at Pickford's
It's the last day of school
Slater is trippin' tony had a weird dream
nut sack played with by Rachael Ray my dick will take days to killa I’m a thrilla back with Michael Jackson with them red jackets and zippers. Fuck
Holla (day), holla (day), holla-day
Poppy you break it down
The first holiday representin' to ya
A sparkly, shiny day called Glitterpalooza
Can my homeboy tell y'all where
The fuck he from?
(Ah yeah)
Can my homeboy tell y'all where the
Fuck he from?
Ayo Cube, let's get this party started
don't do a lot (nah, nah)
I go crazy (yeah), please don't bait me (yeah)
Trust me baby, I been through a lot (yeah, yeah)
You can't break me, I will
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
nineteen-ninety-six that's what it's all about, but
I won't go that route
Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors
But today, I realize that it's the papers
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
Will Ferrel
I need a crib by the lake, bitch I been getting cake, only eat shrimp and steak if I go on a date
Finna go break the bank, man I need a new
temp' to perm'
I sat and listened like an intern watching who applied get fired
Now I'm sitting in the break room, they gotta make room (make room)
My
A
MJ's win the game
Feeling like a mob wishing things now
Was like back in the day
Got a big break, seen a little cake
Now everybody and they momma wanna
smoke them by the ounce
I be getting pound after pound after pound break it down
They can't tell me where the party cause the party at my house
Smoking
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