Lyrics:
it's like that y'all
Will.i.am in da house with Sergio
Q-tip's in da house on the radio
On the radio, on the radio
On the radiya, diya, diya, diya,
the horns, and that bitch went "beep-beep"
I swear right now I feel like 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me
And I don't mean to throw no salt but these niggas small
fact
Let me take that back
See I don't fuck with real legends
In rap like you do i'm crucial
Concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like
I feel like pressing
I feel like moving
I feel like I feel Like
Going Going on
I m working towards a building
Not made by hands of man
I m pressing
(Zaytoven)
Haan (haan)
It's Gucci (it's Gucci) (uh)
Haan (haan) (alright)
I feel like Scarface, I'ma rob Frank and buy a Frank Muller (damn)
motion
Feelin' like Hype Williams shootin' a nigga
Shootin' a nigga, hey, hey, hey
I need a slow motion video right now, ayy, ayy
Damn, baby, pussy
entrancin'
Who could really keep from dancin',
That's the music sweet, like the chicken meat
Give it to me with the dressin'
I don't need no dancin' lesson
on a nigga like Katt Williams perm
Walked the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams
Now it's happening, ayo, Hit, we got these niggas
'Cause every
up? (Ayo, yo, ayo, ayo)
Jump on the Aquarius III, it's just Quentin Will and me
We all headed to paradise, boy, I'm finna set you free
Feel like
you make it funky for me
Could I ask the (dee-jayyyy!)
I make it funky for ya, I make ya feel alright [2]
- [will.i.am]
Reach for somethin really
in, check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
[Will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them
Of The Johnstown Flood'
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother should
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no good
Well Frankie went into
cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother
On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in
stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes
the strength
So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all
Robbie Williams sings
The way you feel when Robbie Williams sings
This isn't a love song
Like the one The Police sang in Montreal about
Every little thing
stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes
How I feel about you
Oh yes I recall
Skipping on breakfast to play basketball
Then feeling two feet small
Sometimes you read like William Shakes
Yes, yes, yes, yes! We have our
A-selection, featuring our brother Murs
Featuring, featuring Miss Latoiya
Williams, featuring
Featuring, featuring
it feel like, feel like
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute
that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman
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