Lyrics:
Don't make me show you
Don't play with fire
Only thing you know
Boy, don't make me have you
And you what it do
Do you something to me
Bullets mid
Every
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
could be anywhere you wanted
But you decided to be here with me
No coincidence, it was meant to be
Don't be shy, gon' let your boy get in
So you can
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
or don't you care?)
No, I'll be there!
I will be there! (But, we have to prepare!)
But they'll never be sold
If I let 'em get cold
And, oh!
bugle
Boy of Company B
Because you're mine i walk the line
Para bailar La Bamba (Para bailar La Bamba)
Para bailar La Bamba (Para bailar La Bamba)
Se
blessed by an eskimo medicine man. It's cold.
Yes it's always cold, that's why it's so special.
So you better never ever call boy, just cause you saw
or don't you care?)
No, I'll be there!
I will be there! (But, we have to prepare!)
But they'll never be sold
If I let 'em get cold
And, oh!
No more penny pinching
She ride on the dick like she powered by engine
I take you to school boy put you in detention
I can take you schoolboy start you
nothing shit
Keep it legit, aye
If we talking spit, I hurl
The boy he from another world
You better ask about Gerald
Go getter nigga I will go myself
I stay
or don't you care?)
No, I'll be there!
I will be there! (But, we have to prepare!)
But they'll never be sold
If I let 'em get cold
And, oh!
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
reach me if I don't want you anymore
But if you get your head right, call me quickly
Not tailor made for bullshit, get dropped swiftly
I don't want it, I
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
me I'm just a teen
Now peep Dante drop some fiend-beams
Yasuo crits, hit you with them autumn-atic
Call us "fall guys", surprise, just like a jackbox
Boy C to the LIDO by the way though
Badman coming through
I would have said brikiti live on this one cus it sounds right
But I wont
Just incase you
Just thirty niggas, please
It's six times ten of these
Niggas better duck at least
Don't wanna get touched by these
Try to be a soldier 'til you layin'
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Thrice upon a time the Spirit hit me, I was down
She said, boy you always smilin' why you keepin' frowns
I said, my dad and I made plans but he don't
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid mothefuckers don't get me,
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star
These girls wouldn't
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