Lyrics:
Talkin' 'bout big legged mommas back in style again
I mean, them short fat fannies back in style again
You ain't had no real good love till you been
Damn, can't believe it, it feels so good, for real
Measure me in style
Measure me in style
Yeah
I was always in town, running round and round I was
on the couch
I'm losing it I'm going wild in style
Im partying going up on the town No bullshittin and no fucking around
The room's spinning Take a bump
My days here disappear, there's things that I can't ignore
The sweetest release might take a while
So take me out in style
Yeah, you
Yeah, just
Ridin', cruisin' with the windows down
Just copped a pound, it's getting loud
Hopped on a plane, now I'm on a cloud
Flyin' in style
Kush smoke
you woke up and didn't know me damn
When did good girls come back in style
When did good girls come back in style
I just need to know
When did good
Mmmm My name is J12
Step step step forward NBA step forward
Step step step forward NBA step forward
NBA at 60 step forward in style
The largest bar
Came back in style
Baby I'm back in my bag
You moving the way that I like
Ice on me freeze tag
Came back in style
Baby I'm back in my bag
You moving
Finger in your mouth, I fuck you in da house
I gotcha in your bath in style Mini Mouse
Finger in your mouth, I fuck you in da house
I gotcha in your
It's all a little too much
You gotta do it in style,
And rhythm, and rhythm, and rhythm, and rhythm
I see the guys on the street
I see the people
Rainbows are gettin' back in style
There's sunshine everywhere
And I'm learning how to smile
The only time it rains, is to cool things for
lady
Somehow my love is fading
Some kind of love low
Trapped in a loveless song
Until you came along
You brought me back in style
You helped my light
Rainbows are gettin' back in style
There's sunshine everywhere and I'm learnin' how to smile
The only time it rains is to cool things for a while
But
And only a sound feed each other of the pain still, another one die
People always die in some southern style!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Root way!
All you see, is
making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
You know I plan to retire some day,
And I'm gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit
a place we can all be free
Where the drum and the bass line meet
Don’t need no money, dance to the beat
There the drum and the bass
Reggae in style
Reggae
(Style) Style, uh!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(Style) Style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style
perplexing
We all go up in flames
Going out in style
And heaven help us
Hope that hell will let us rest for just a little while, yeah
We all go up in
like it in the rubber dub style
Some like it in the rubber dub style
Some like it when the rhythm is wild
Some like it when the rhythm is wild
Some
Woza Woza
Lets hit it one time like the stoners
Lets kick it one time like we soldiers
Keep it in style like a cobra
Woza Woza
Keep me in line with
complete
I looked to my own confidences
For a shadow friend in retreat
Now we're going in blue style
We're going in blue style
Now we're going in blue style
Yo, I just want to introduce you to somebody
Goes by the name of Billy
You know
Billy Wild
Billy really wild, he in style
Gone be on top for awhile
on
If we're all meant to burn you said, might as well do it in style
Can no longer look the other way
It's time to move on
If we're all meant to burn you
making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
You know I plan to retire some day,
And I'm gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit
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