Lyrics:
got a partner out in Vegas, hook up on the strippers
He likes to call them showgirls but Snoopy never tip her
Got a homie out in Reno, he likes
underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth
On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up
Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up
Think
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
Like it woke up
But with breath heavy
Slouched over felt the weight of a wet machete
Drip drip this fixation's on a path
Walked it like blacked out
just chillin' with Murph Dert!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on Murph Dert!
And half of these hoe's be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where
to take em off
Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call Steve
for the photo session (yeah..)
Can I see your panties girl? You want to take
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
[Intro:]
Yeah yo
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" -
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
Fred Durst to desire
He's checking out the cast of "Lizzie McGuire"
Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore
To open for him, and I don't mean on tour
alone
But what I give to you
No one else’s can, yeah, I'm the one
Call me a hook up
Cause with me you're not the same
I can take you out of your body
Real
Jones and Legato
Charles Reed
[Hook]
I wanna love you
I want to loved by you
I wanna feel
I want to be felt by you
I wanna touch
I want
confessions
You walk a mile
In my shoes
You
Learn 1000 lessons
I keep 2 shootas
By my side
I
Call em
Smith and Wesson
Call d roc
He speak
gotta holler out
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix, remix
what up, blood?
[Verse 14: Kurupt]
And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding
Ain't nothing but bones, we plotted the sand
And spread it out, over 20 acres of land
Some call me
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya
fo-fo's
Niiga makin' my money daily double
It's the reason they call me stack
That nigga to peel back
Your mothafuckin cap
Hook x4
on the doe
I call it Dennis the Menace
You goin get greet with a smile
And get send straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy
I call it quenching
Fred Durst to desire
He's checking out the cast of "Lizzie McGuire"
Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore
To open for him and I don't mean on tour
Still God and a pen
Gave me that win got it rocking again
Maybe that sin done taught me a lesson
Caught by reflection unlocking my lens
Inner man
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
shot, in or out, now it's Game Time, oh
Game Time, yeah we posted
After party, who gon' host it
Celebration, yeah we toasting
Call you Casper by the way
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