Lyrics:
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
of benevolence
when God is speaking, yo we give Him reverence
we can wash and rinse in fragrance (aw, i messed it up)
John: Fragrance, ah, that's cool that's cool
with the swisher
Up and John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
Even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern
And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket
Talking loud and thinks he's rich
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school
Get a job, in two days
jeans
Blue jeans that's extreme
Hot dog, feel the pain you look sick
I'll look the other way
Hot dog, what a shame look so cool
But you all look the same
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
it, but it's cool to fantasize (It's cool)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh
I've spent my whole life
Doing what everybody wants me to do
So take off your cool
And come and vibe with me, yeah
Why wait in a line?
Everyone's
Look what you've done
You gigolo
You know that I
Loved ya hon
And I didn't wanta know
That your cool, seductive serenade
Was a tool of your trade
You
Mercedes cool
Got your wife at my house and she naked too
And all my niggas all around us saying shake it boo
Go ahead do what you do
It's weezing
You know I be in the yo
This that weed 'em up bitch
229 free my nigga
Cool man, we ball U John, I promise nigga
DJ Lil Jackboy tell a friend nigga
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
turns out you was blowin hot air, Kenny G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few
I still wear these worn out jeans
I have to wear long-johns underneath
Down by the harbor there's a cool cool breeze
I've never wondered if oceans
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Ostrander, Skip Black
Bass: Tim Marks
Drums: Skyler Black
Keys: David Dorn
Bgvs: Skip Black
Mastered by: John Mayfield Mastering
Mixed by: Skip Black, Chris
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) and ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
Ha, by popular demand Sasha Fierce, Nicki Minaj, let's go
Yo rude boy, why you cross me like a little T?
I'm Minaj, big M, uh'uh not a Mickey D
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
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