Lyrics:
Mike D, come and rock the sure shot
I've got the brand new doo-doo, Guaranteed like Yoo-hoo
I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed,
the innocent
Peak season in lonely town
Knocked out of the ring by love
Are you down and up
Or up and down
I ask the river for a sign
(In a dream,
I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got
Ah ah listen everybody, especially you girls
Is it right to be left alone when the one you love is never home?
I love too hard my friends
life
I'm too Latin for hip hop
And too hip hop for Latins
Till y'all figure it out I'ma keep rappin'
But that's okay (okay)
'Cause I'ma be
', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Oh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Oh, diamonds too damn cold, they'll
I'm no angel
I have fallen too deep
And you watched me
Then you fell in with me
I felt beautiful
You were beautiful too
Like an angel
Come down
Hey kid, I'm talkin' to you
What am I supposed to do
You know that you're something special
That's something you already knew
Hey
never let a chick
Come between me and my homie
Had a lil' too much to drink
And in the night she put it on me
And I don't know if I regret the fact
That
made 'em fear, I made it clear (clear)
This "Goin' Straight in 2" (2Tymes)
Talkin' 'bout your lil' niggas spinnin', my lil' niggas spin too (spin too
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred
Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool
One, two
One, two, three, uh
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't
you
When Im off the liquor flick me up cause im ah whole mood
Yea im ah whole mood
Why i gotta show my ass
Lil baby cause im sposed to Supposed too
Yea
Huh, yeah, naw
I just had a lil' bit too much of Hennessy
Just gotta tell you how I feel, look
You so fuckin' precious when you smile
(Haha, yeah)
and over here I
Have Mr malcolm Evans who
Through thick and thin
Would surely like to say a word
Of greeting at this festive occasion
Merry Christmas,
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep
my mind
Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day
That's the price that we both got to pay
I
the grimy nigga in the hood?
I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from
But in the real hood, in America, that shit don't fly
We don't listen
the alarm, yeah I hear ya mom
Yeah yeah I don't wan' be broke when I'm 31
They said the best classes go to the fastest
Sorry Mr. West there's no good
too
I know each episode by heart
Now I'm the rerun king
And on every date we both stay up late
And we watch the Gilligan's Isle thing
Isle
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
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