Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the lyrical grand prix
We have our drivers racin' for a three million dollar purse
Winner takes all gentlemen
and blow put it deep down in your throat. A nigga like me don't
wanna hear that shit so do what the fuck you've been told.
*Chrorus*
*Verse3*
I smoke by
Karl Wolf Juicy J Three 6 Mafia
It's going down
UGP
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Oh
Hey
Oh
Hey
Oh
Hey
Oh
My ear is goin' rocky
And my
with some other guy
Ain't no needing why
My pride wont allow me to even try,
Took one in the sleeve
Without you by my side
It's safe to say I'll die
But
forevermore
If in one week, i took off three days
Never did speak,
Would you pardon my ways
If I was lazy, would it make you crazy,
Would you still be here
Pretty faces, pretty hip
Bodies hang to drain and drip
So submit and let's pretend
You're not a hollow charlatan
Velcro whores they fill
words to be composed or the worms to decompose.
My old song body pretty for the showing. party women with painted faces
Only pretty for their lawyers,
If you're gonna treat me right
I'll take you to heaven every night
But God forbid you leave me by myself
I'll take you to hell, take you to hell
Step by step I fell in love with you
And step by step it wasn't hard to do
Kiss by kiss and hand in hand
That's the way it all began
Soon we
thought she were nice
But she's not nice, she's pretty fucking far from nice
She's looking at you funny rarely looking at you twice
Bigger boys
A present for you Christmas directly from me
For all the disc jokeys around the world Merry Christmas
All the policeman and all the pretty girls ha!
Oh la,
The volume knob
It's a little tricky
Sometimes, it gets a little sticky
From your lip gloss
I'd like to rub off
You're pretty pink painted
stood there cryin' as I packed my pack
And I knew that I was lyin' when I said that I'd be back
[Chorus]
Now fast forward to about 2000 and 3
I'm
I'm about to put hands on you
Like pretty boy floyd
I got 'em sick mayne
Somebody call a specialist
Tell these haters, "fall back
And get up off
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her
nigga ima do me,
Said he comin right back
He gone need another three, two planes, four birds
One nigga ooh wee, 17, 5, yea you know shawty low
thought she were nice
But she's not nice, she's pretty fucking far from nice
She's looking at you funny rarely looking at you twice
Bigger boys
Of that pretty white girl DJ played
All the right songs, we was all faded
Bottles on the house, half naked broads on the couch
Getting poked up, warming
thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No
hat
Ain't as half as pretty
As where my baby's at
Is this the way to Amarillo
Every night I'm huggin my pillow
Dreming dreams of Amarillo
Beat club
Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh, yes
Uhh uhh, uhh, yes, uhh uhh
Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh
Uhh, uhh uhh, yes, uhh
One, two, three, here we go
two, three, here we go!
[Troy Mitchell]
Yo, who want to wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug
You know that thug that's used to doin it
Pretty girl, you know that you so hot (hot, hot-hot)
How about I take you to my spot? (spot, spot-spot)
We can take off all our clothes, he won't
homie
I hope you ready to march niggaz, hut two three four
Back with the gangsta of rap, retort
I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor
Go get
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