Lyrics:
to the crib, turn on the Beta
Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwartzenegger
Maybe Commando or the Terminator
Peace party people, ha ha see you later
Big
playing hop scotch
She used to sit out eating candy on the green box
She had a brother named Terrell
He got shot by the cops
She got a sister name Lanelle
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
We don't play
We don't play
By the rules
By the rules
No no no we
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
Party through the roof, yeah
They know we the truth, yeah (I ain't lying)
She look like that ooh, yeah
They come by the two, yeah (I ain't lying)
We be
Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess
games had washed out in the rain.
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule.
There's a couple newer places by the river but
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
the two-tone Cartiers at mummy's yard though
I know road man, used to diss a man for leasing cars, no
If it don't appreciate the value that we nah own
Used
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice
Throw me a bone and some crumbs watch me turn it over and flip it
Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific
Stop and listen give me yo undivided
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit
Up 2 Di Time
Up to the crime
I told dem, Don, this ain't a Jamaican Labor
Nor the People's National
You know what this is
Badman party, no
it
Guess still niggas be blinded by the shine
Don't I look good in this brand new watch
Rock out like Rap Stars Hoes Money Cars
Mantras Heartaches
Sorrow
You can borrow
All emotions
Monte Carlo
Where we vibin'
Steady thriving
Alone
Sorrow
You can borrow
All emotions
Monte Carlo
Where we vibin'
swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
a betta man my second chance
But i don't think i ever can forget tha past
We was kids playin football havin fun
Now we playin 'shootin y'all' wit real guns
Don't stop keep it goin' now come on
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ
't worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
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