Lyrics:
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Yeah
It's been a long time, ohh
(Hitmaka)
I should've seen it from the jump
Who would've knew what we'd become?
You like to love me when it's
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
move D's we
Just move with the heat
Live by the gun in the cold of the streets
Supposed to make it hot not
Cold in the streets
Same niggas running around
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Uh, uh, well
Sugar
Here's another one
And another day
Move to this, let me see you jump and twist
Pump your
Double get your paper
We stay up out of trouble nigga
[J Dilla:]
Get up stand up throw you fucking hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch
Holla at your nigga baby bring your thang
You could shake what you got
Get your pussy real hot
Jump in the gator we could slide to my ???
Just
with your doubts, it's okay
Take into account that it's not about to change
Who knows, who cares
You could let it down
Jump into the river baby
Easy
I see ya movin' baby yeah
And you're lookin' good, said you're lookin' fine
Everything's gonna be alright, yeah
Let the music take control of your
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
Oh, Uh, Uh, Let's go, Uh, Uh
[Verse: Timbaland]
Hey why'all, it's Timbaland with the jump off
I only got forty eight hours before my plane takes
All right, oh!
Comin' to you, honey, on the east side runnin'
And I ain't got time to waste
Jump into the car in the back seat lovin'
But you
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
with time
and fade away like the marks that own your skin
he never broke
the person that you are
cos he never got to know the girl within no
so let me
deep inside
It hurts just a little but it feels kinda nice
Ooo ooo, me too
You say you sit for hours by the telephone
You even jump in the shower
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
wanna die it's not my turn ("just like music")
To do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes
On the highway, doin over eighty
Without music baby
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
Girl don't stress don't make me laugh
From long time I make my mark, yeah (Oh baby)
And it's about time you break it off
She say push it all in push it
between us
I know you feel it too
I don't hesitate
Just feel it
I won't fake
It's you I wanna be with
The lights go on
The lights go off
And that's the mark
got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour
And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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