Lyrics:
Bon Jovi
Not talkin to suckers i tell em to blow me
Need euros Ginobli, more rings like im Kobe
They want the shine but i grind by my lonely
Fuck all
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
Don't you know everybody's
get rights to live happily!
Some try to find it in
someone's backyard!
We gotta get up!
We gotta wake up!
We gotta start
Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means"
So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "All on the same team?"
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still
excited
I lost everybody, I'm talkin' everybody
I'm numb inside my body
I miss 'body, I miss everybody
Wish they was standing by me
Ayy, I prayed for
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
See that's what I'm talkin bout
When you take the Johnny Blaze
And you take that game and you plug that here
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom
Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' about freedom
I will fight for
the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I
u thought me
He said, Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better
Went from dickies and house shoes to Invicta on my wrist
I got Bobby by the pound,
ain't bust bacc
Now I see you be playing the role
You can't live by da gun and be scared of it that ain't the way it go
You can't talk bout a bag when
Josh used to serve em
In a El Dorado lac
Alotta stacks
Told the teller
Go and tell them niggas that
Brrrattt
Porsche pass by
And everybody lookin
Raw
nobody
Niggas be talkin' that gangsta shit, but they ain't really bought it
Like who really catchin' bodies, an who really puttin' down homies
They say my
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
[Intro: Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
That's my
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
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