Lyrics:
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
away
Put your hands to the sky
This goes out to the women
Working hard nine to five
Workin' nine to five (nine to five)
What a way to make
like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones
Walking right up to the dj man
And give another emcee's rap
'Cause they knew about him and his gangsta rap
hair down
Sit by my side
Turn off the T.V.
Put on some music
Pull down the shade
Turn out the light
And love me tonight
Don't think about
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
Jackson
It's your boy, Bubba Watson golf boys
1-1-6, Reach Records ex hustler!
Michael Jackson, I'm bad!
I don't know, I forgot
be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way! Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
You're gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali!
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil
call me by government
Hate it but fuck with it
You know I'm gentleman
As long as we fucking
Right after we cuddling
I'm leaving prints all over your body
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy
I have a special message that I would like to leave with you
It's not anything real big, you can stick it
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
apart at the seams . . .
And life gets more exciting,
With each passing day,
An' love is either in your heart,
Or, on the way!
Don't you
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
my way
I'm lost in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of sight from Pac and Kurupt
As I get
a light
Start a little conversation now
It's alright, just take five
Just take five
Though I'm going out of my way
Just so I can pass by each day
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
Number 4 In the beginning
There was one
Himself had just began
Then along came Number 2
The other way round is your clue
And after that came 3
Slim bars from the femme squad
Chick meaner than M-Ra
Wanna spar? We can go par
5'2", leave your chin scarred
No complication mine and conquer nations
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into
you at
Every time they talkin' it's behind your back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gon' say your name on them airwaves
They gon'
even do it, yo
I'm tryin' to teach, Cool V how to the "Mudd Foot"
He doin the "Butt Foot" I don't know what the heck he doin'
But, the way you gotta
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