Lyrics:
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
a vocalin right?
Yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em up
Numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck
Hey
Hey, what's wrong?
Come quick, some losers wanna fight us
Oh, not again, I'll go get my gun
Ok
You must be loco to mess with us
Don't
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop,
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag 'em, Tity Boi gon' and toe tag 'em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show
'Cause they'll have me go up up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make
ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show
'Cause they'll have me go up up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
And as your life passes by,
Remember how it feels to be
Children Of The Sky
(Instrumental Section)
Don't let the memory die,
Childen of the sky, heroes
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Jigga What Ja What Ja What
Can't **** with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers want to act loco, hit em wit,
the tale they tell will always stay
Walk the earth, walk the sky, don't let all this time go by
Hang on fast, don't let go or someone else will never know
your window
In the rental, go up top with my Benzo
I remember, sorry that I'm a sinner
Serial killer, rest in piece to instrumental
I'm goin' hard,
Jigga What Ja What Ja What
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers want to act loco, hit em wit,
times don't wait and go
You gotta' take control
Those fools don't want to be home
You can do anything that you want to do
All you got to do is to put
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1975
Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil
Funky like
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
somebody else.
Hey, Mr Lonesome, go cheer up somebody else.
Ain't got nobody, but I can do it better by myself.
Instrumental break.
Mr Lonesome, well I got
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