Lyrics:
How tfuk do I got opps an I done Been to 50 parties
How tfuk is he a threat an he got pop This shi retarted
Why he mad I hit his ho I jus finished
And do the Cabbage Patch
When I got to the party, it was half past 9
Cold rockin' to the rhythm a B-boy's rhyme
When I stepped to the floor
It was a total
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're so
a počítačový týpek
Inak by som dávno spieval oktávy jak T-Pain
Včera som nahral album, ale nechtiac som ho zmazal
Kým nahrám ďalší tvoja stará bude stará
Vravia:
to get a cross when you getting double crossed by your own mans
I’ve been on my trees on to crazy
Talk about a function party and leave
Hands up on my
of my friends have moved away
And the bars we used to sneak in
They all go by different names
Life became so fast
Boys grew into men
Making money for
boy I'm hot just like some grease
I see you my Glock delete, need AC this shit some heat
With yo bitch she tryna eat, I'm talkin gobble on this meat
make it and they so ambitious?
Why they get so distracted by the parties and bitches?
Why I ain't get stuck doing the dishes?
At Ben and Jerry's, free
Yeah, what's up? It's that time in the big city
98 hot degrees out there
Check it out there's a party goin' on all day at the beach
So fellas you
without the B-boy is like shelltoes only having two stripes
Hip-hop, we're freedom-fighting, graffiti-writing, party types
That recite and organize
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
been datin' that girl for like, huh, six years though, woo, woo, woo, woo
You livin' by faith or are you livin' by your fear though?
You gotta be
gonna stop ya
Head long, but the party still popping
Say so and she dropping, I got it like it's locked in
Ryan Reynolds in a coffin
Oh, I get it, I know
but the heart gonna stop ya
Head long, but the party still popping
Say so and she dropping
I got it like it's locked in
Ryan Reynolds in a coffin (Oh
I ain’t jealous
I ain’t selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne
And I’m stuck in my head
While we laying in
don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya
longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have
went to school
Didnt know wat to do
Been pressured by my pops
Tellin me wat to do
Kept my calm, you know its cool
Got the waves, i aint in no fuckin
least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish
stuck in a bottle of Barbados Rum
A beach umbrella, some Coke and ice, grilled jerk chicken with peas and rice
Make a little more time for a lotta more
beach parties by Onrus, dis fun as jy jonk is
Dis beter as jy dronk is, dis heeldag net rondsit
Dis Langstraat se bars, dis laat aande wat my scar
Dis
give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Boo
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin' to
Double cross me
I could move across seas, and outta state
Smokin' weed
Hand yo ass an 8
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