Lyrics:
How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?
"I can get real raw" plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in
Success
Angel baby
Die fucking Antwoord
From SA to LA
Caught up in this fucking rat trap (666)
First the front then the backstab
Keep trying to fuck me
Now
all my life (whew)
It's like my birthday every night (whew)
I been poppin' all my life (whew)
Thank God that I'm alive!
Rick James, show your
that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
No
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah
negativity trippin wit me you runnin fo yo life
Cause you ran yo mouth (MOUTH)
CHORUS:
[We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether
Homies that's right you, life styles sick man
Know the whole city like the back of my pimp-hand(Haha!)
Raps Paylay
Homie this is L.A.
Sign Of The Cruz
a summer romance
Cause love will never run
Never run out of style
It's time to celebrate life
Cause ahead there's infinity
When your hand is in mine
Your
your kiss (Oh na na na)
La la la, just like this
Na na, don't be shy
Baby all I need
Oh, do it on me
Like you aim to please
Show me how much you
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
Snoop Dogg at the Studio, with the Gambinos
Soing our thang, No Limit style
Make it worth your while, girl go on sit down
Let me holla at ya, for a minute
a dream state, perfect shape same date
You got a lot to give and look how hot it is, you so provocative
And it's your prerogative. Baby bounce.
sorority gang
Ill go duff breathing simp holding you and your bag cause I love you
Baby your the life in my life line
I got prayer in my style that's what
and dear
So its forward forever me dont deal with the rear
Me want say it on the news and air
Me want ring it out loud inna your ears
All of me brothers
they were meant to be
They loved to kiss on the steps of versailles
It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly
I love you baby, I love you so much
Maybe
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
your Favorite rappers
Everything I say I made it happen
I feel like I'm iron Man
I need power source on my chest
To keep me moving on this rap Game
I
and cross between
What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
And fly before
be serving all them looks
Man you got them bitches shocked
How you don't play it by the books
Bad and you know it
I luh your body shape
Ya style mad
ji
Mo le ko Apala
A mu mi la
A mu mi la
But e no mean say
E no mean say because you no gbadun my style eh
At all at all
Na him bad pass o
E no mean
your trust in this
Cuz we done seen a million things
To toughen up a bit
And I done fell off on the stool
But I won't fall again
Came back in style
Baby
baby, let me see your sexy, sexy hips on me
Hey baby, let me see your shiny, shiny lips on me
Hey baby もっと強く your own style 押し出して keep it
誰かの Honey
Yuh nuh itch ride
Gone pan a new flight
Gyal yuh too fine
Gwan pan a new flight
Chilling in yuh flashy life style
Mi done tell yuh fi let me so let
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
You are now rocking with the best
Soundclique is in the building
Oooh ahhhh baby I like your style (I like it too)
Oooh ahhhh daddy you drive me wild
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