Lyrics:
Rock show, Let's go
Rock show
C'mon
(Originaly by Peaches)
And I be having them long talks with the person I see in the mirror
And I be thinking by doing that all of my problems are solved, they clearer
Taking
You look at my face
Can you see me walk on by
Better feel the truth
It's going to knock you off your stride
Who knows what tomorrow dawn
Will bring
you'll see.
Leading by example is how I walk the talk. I get smacked down and get up again I throw that excuse in the trash can outside my mansion.
It's
grab the mic, talk my game
Do my thing, what you mean, by any means
We counting green
Do it for my team
I wanna do it, for my team (For my team, for my
still talk about the good old days
Time slips by and we all change
Don’t mean you have to act your age
C’mon, c’mon
You’ve still got time 'till
my clones
I hit a move and tell her to bring mo
He wanted smoke tell that boy to c'mon
Wartown the city, they see that I'm litty and they really mad
I gotta get her to go, I gotta get her to go,
I gotta get her to go, I gotta get her to go
C'mon take me back to the days I know,
Take me back
Man sure talks
One whole big game
And God will laugh
All the same
The world keeps spinnin' round
Day by day
Yet we still haven't learned
There's
We came here to have a good time
What's wrong, baby, what's on your mind
We got all our friends here tonight
And you always got me right by your side
really impressed by what niggas wear
Faggots talk shit but I really don't care
I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause
Fuck what you heard, I
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
with the man upstairs
Get back to rock it out
So we can say we were there
When we talk about it
In our rockin' chairs
C'mon ya'll we got
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
INTRO
98
Yeah SHAWN E
Yo I had to do this shit
I had to it my own way
Only the real ones by my side
IRIS
HOOK
Day by day chasin’ that money
I wish to be by your side
To stare into your big brown eyes
Talk all night long and turn off our alarms
Then wake up to you in my arms
I wish to hold
to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon!
[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really want to black up in
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
was wrong
Could be fixed just by singing a song
Then maybe we'd all get along
If we sang a little louder now, c'mon
I want you to live your life in
trouble
Trouble by the way you move
Trouble by the way you groove baby
Hey girl I'm not here to break up
Small talk we can do it later
Call me when you
dress in black, remember that
Just in case we ever face to face and make contact
The title held by me: MiB
Means what you think you saw, you did not see
This song is dedicated to all the girls around the world
That got a best friend
She got your back
You got her back
That's your BFF
BFF
BFF (C'mon
talks of
Putting the kids back in Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school
Trav, smile for these white people if you want (C'mon)
While we build
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