Lyrics:
Zig zag on your motherfucking ass
Smoking blunts by the cul de sac, cashed
Feeling like ash
Take you back to the past
Just real weed, fuck oregano
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
and Jawbones
Bernie Holland: Electric Guitar
Chris Neale: Harmonica
Corky Hale: Harp
Chris Mercer: Tenor Sax
Steve Gregory: Tenor Sax
Mike Stoller: Electric
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
And old man baby
Strumming his two strings
Surrounded by animals
And a thousand tiny things
Chris Ballew knows
Just what to do
Sitting on the back
I got INSTINCT
Might be NSYNC
Dontchu dare BLINK
Or you might SINK
I'm Sayin God
I got the power like I'm Goku
Scouters couldn't show you
The level
Performed by adam sandler and jon
Contributed by chris durkin
Adam: and the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite
Diner.
Hey Chris (Hi)
Yeah I just wanted to let you know
That you better get down here really fast
'Cause we're making a diss track on you unless you come
"Chernobyl 2" by RADIOHEAD
The directors cATH ELLIOTT
CHRIS LEVITUS pAULO NEVES aSHLEY DEAN
Juan pablo etcheverry
The artwork sTANLEY DONWOOD dR TCHOCK
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
This message is being broadcast by the Department of Defense of the Republic
At 2 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, multiple unidentified objects were
I wish life was a breeze
Chilling at the park like when I was 13
Hanging by the swings
I want to go back, girl
I wish life was a breeze
Chilling
[Secretary]Oh..okay
[Tim Chandler]Ohhh. Let me start by thanking you for a second.
[mc chris]Okay...
[Tim Chandler]The album...I got the preorders in, they look great.
Aye you lil piss baby chris chan
Sachee
Whatever the fuck your name is
You a grown ass man cryin' 'bout reps
You a whole ass munch for corporations
rap, where's your bling'e?
And yours clothes is tight but you don't seem gay
I said naw, thats dude from NSYNC'e
She wasn't married, kept her ring
Dreaming, unwinding by the fire
It's cozy no doubt
And outside the snow is getting higher
We're not going out
You sitting down here with me
That's
rap, where's your bling'e?
And yours clothes is tight but you don't seem gay
I said naw, thats dude from NSYNC'e
She wasn't married, kept her ring
(watches)
We eatin' dinner at Ruth Chris, Hibachi's (eatin' dinner)
I love her 'cause she's slurpin' me so sloppy
I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing
a burger, burger
You're going to prison with me
Water
Cock
Beckham answer
Take my larder
Howl
Chris
Owl
Whore
Wow
We crap on tadpoles
Knock
the back You can call me a Cop
Nsync with the cup This a lil Dirty Pop
I'm aiming too high There is no need to Stop
Jun Cook in the kitchen Mix up a Kpop
I
everyone, Mark here. I'm going to play a bit of bass for you now.
Hello, this is Chris, Happy Christmas
Hi, Lee Kix here, filling your stocking
I play
Original: N'Sync
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There's a thousands words that I could say
To make you come home
It seems so long ago you walked away
And left me alone
And I
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
baby my my my
Now and then as the days go by
I still wonder why why why
Oh why why why yea
Oh why why why yea
NSYNC baby bye bye bye
Johnny Gil baby my
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