Lyrics:
don't be a pri, hey
Madonna, uh
You gotta get 'em all, hot
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right, keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri, hey
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
Smokin' in the boys' room
I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Hey, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
'Cause
two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
A married
patron saint of lonely souls
Tell this boy which way to go
Guide the car, you've got the keys
Farewell to mediocrity
Kicking off the cruise control
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
[Soulja Boy]
Hey whats up whats up dis ya boy Soulja Boy Tell 'em,
When you get dis message, pack ya bags,
Cause we going on a trip (trip)
the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam)
And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop (hey)
We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?
No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.
You would?
Well, I'll tell you what then, let us
Band
Mission one, I'm-a put this on
When he see me in this dress, I'ma get me some, hey
Band
Mission two, gotta make that call
Tell 'em get
at first now there's tape on them (big boy)
Damn, when those come out so I write the date on 'em (big boy)
These Louis Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them
tell him, "Boy, bye")
(I ain't thinking 'bout you)
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (Sorry)
Tell
That's the tale the warden tells
As he counts his empty shells
By the day
By the day.
Hey, long line rider, turn away.
Whippin and roll, hope in and I tell em I told you
Whippin the coke and no cola
All of these niggas I knowla
My squad we taking shit over
Soulja, hey hey
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
at first now there's tape on them (big boy)
Damn, when those come out so I write the date on 'em (big boy)
These Louis Vuitton ones, you gotta wait on them
, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's so overblown
Everybody loves us
Man, they give me the creeps
And you're up there shaking
Mmh, mmh
Mmh (ah), mmh (ah)
Mmh (ah), mmh (ah)
Mmh
Hey, baby
Tell me your name
I got a fever for you
I just can't explain
But there's just
DJ's cut it up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waitin' to dance
And make noise
B-boys, let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move
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