Lyrics:
It's sweet shit, woah
You know we run this thing
Now nigga why you wanna come and play me
There's too much things that me have to deal with right now
off
When I'm walkin' with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that's what you do
No, my baby, don't play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame
love
I don't play football
But I've touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don't play baseball
But I've hit a home run everywhere,
Marconi plays the mamba
Listen to the radio
Don't you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
We built
when I say I'm through, I'm through
Basically I'm through with you
What you wanna say?
Had to have it your way, had to play games
Now you're begging
between us
But now it's all good baby
Roll that Backwoods baby
And play me close
'Cause girls like you
Run around with guys like me
'Til sundown,
N'ap boule
M.I.A
We don't play
Que bola'
What it is
Que bolon
What they do?
Sak pase?
N'ap boule
M.I.A
We don't play
Andamo' por la calle
on the phone but she knows who I am
I'm Mr. Kardinal, voice to the people (aye)
Black Jays family our verses are lethal (aye)
I don't have time for the play
Factory
Yeah, so the stepping game we played then
Is the same game we gonna play right now
Are y'all ready?
C'mon one, two, three sing
Step,
C L U E
Whoohoo
Just play the record Clue
Guess who's back in the motherfucking house
With two big old tities for your mouth
Heartbreakers my
Play the fuckin' track
Play that fuckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep
Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day
Won't you stay?
Though your eyes see shipwrecked
CATEGORY-O
Let's get down, to the underground spiritual game
We all sing together, play music together in happiness
All you have to do is sing what I play
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like
Feel the chill, feel the chill movin' down your spine
When we recall and
Realize
Make you realize
I've got the power to hypnotize
Make a play
checkers, and chess, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk, yeah, yeah,
stopped it, they would've been did
They would've been dead, she could be the wig
Don't play with my head, don't you test my emotions
Don't be textin' my
your feet
You swing out wide
Mess around awhile
Shake it boogie woogie style
Everybody's swinging when you doin the jive
If you can't play Rummy,
Why they gotta say it like $hort? Bitch
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch
Blow the whistle
Blow
Stacks, keep your heart
Hey keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Man these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part,
I saw you in the picture
I saw you play the part
This ain't no disco
There's a thousand watts in you
You take this too far
This ain't no disco
a monkey
Look like King Kong, welcome to the crib (woo)
3-0-5 that's what it is
Where the woman down here are the shh
They don't play games (no), they
Now me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I got a black Limousine and two gentlemen
Who escort me through these halls
And I'll play
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
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