Lyrics:
Myspace to see if there's a party tonight and it said there should be
Throw the cat in the microwave because tonight, we're eating pussy (Hmm)
You're
the gates of a place that they call Long Ben
We checked in and everything got kinda quite
But a soldier boy said, "Just wait 'til tonight
Things get noisy,
on and on and on, on and on
Rock rock y'all get on the floor
I'm gonna freak ya here I'm
Gonna freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
Cause I'm
you and only you by my side
Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone?
I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away
worth millions 'cause we all about our piz-ounds,
so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
get rowdy, get bout it.
Verse 6-(Eightball)
Who is it?
paid for the diz-ounds,
worth millions 'cause we all about our piz-ounds,
so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
get rowdy, get bout it.
Go on go get ya glasses
Now they all listen up to my MP3's
Coming soon to DVD
Orion passed like CP3
And I had to blow like TNT
I send that pack off
again
Oh can you love me, love me
Love me 'til I'm me again
I said why dont we talk
We can't push it off forever
Paralyzed by this tension
We
the 80s
Back as a baby before there was eighty
Let's take a look how the past might have shaped me
Battle of the Planets, the jam I endorse
The source no
was no money on us either
But we out to get it, you can tell by our demeanour
(Aye)
We goin' keep the trap jumping til' feds bust
Who are you to judge,
she'd play me for a fool?
Guess that's what I get for sleeping in
And hittin snooze
But I should've never went
To taking pills and all that booze
If
happy there 'til the day we die
On a river of dreams
And we'll have stars to wish on every single night
We'll build a fire and make love by
and I, we can't talk about shit
Used to rent the same DVD until that bitch skipped
It's been running through my veins they ain't know about this
My Virgo
At the outlets near aeropostle
Tripped on a pot hole
Now normal thought is impossible
Cant get a grip, lost hold
Feels like im being eaten by Monstro
Now there's
a fit once again
I swing and hit it over fence
She grass fed and ass thick
Under your breath there’s a sigh
We don’t get left we get right
You grew up
day, touchdown, Randy Moss
Say we just ran out so we gettin' mo'
We gon' smoke 'til we ain't got anymo'
Don't just roll one, roll plenty mo'
Roll
true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get
want there to be an immanence imminent
I guess we all want to be loved, we all want to be eminent
But modern man turns the ill into monsters
Until we
Honey, being hurt by love isn't worth it, being hurt
'Til you're lalala-lost in the feeling, oh!
Listen: I don't wanna argue
'Cause I know that when we
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
without them there wouldn't be, no S.W.C
We gon stay down, stay down, til the morning light
We gon stay down, stay down, til we arent alive
We gon stay
there?
Burn the leaf 'til it gets hot
Treat the tree just like it's rock
Burn the leaf 'til it gets hot
Treat the tree just like it's rock
I wanna
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
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