Lyrics:
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical,
baby, sing that song
It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing
You sexy little thing
Show me what you got, give it your all
Look at you
my brain,
Cain my brain.
On your face there is a sign.
You need love just like I do-ooo.
Tell me can we give this much in time.
Oh, we carry on,
We
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
"What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!"
"Leg?! I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I
like, singin' my song (I see you cooters)
We do it for fun
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's go, yeah
Come here, girl (come on), what your name is?
go get some hood rats!
Chorus:
(Juvenile)
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
(B.G. aka Baby
juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doing my best to not ruin your expectations
And meet 'em, but first, the "Speedom" verse
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
be happening to me
Who made you God to say
"I'll take your life from you"
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can
By George Harrison
WRACK MY BRAIN, WRACK MY BRAIN,
TILL MY HEAD'S FILLED WITH PAIN,
WRACK MY BRAIN.
ALL DRIED UP, I'M ALL DRIED UP,
ALL I HAVE'S
bringin' it back like Nazareth, they mad at this
The catalyst, give a fuck what your status is, Avada Kedavra
The saddest part is you'll never decipher
shoes with no laces
Los but dream those to juvenile placement
All for C-notes, the feds confiscatin'
Back to that block with brains on the pavement
Paid
gon' be you in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now,
Bitch, I'm.. hot.. sweaty, gettin'.. moist
Tha girl want me.. ta show her my.. choice
Ya know what I.. mean.. I wanna.. push
Dick in your.. ass like
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,
Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,
I got your brains to show you bitches,
fuck the bar
Fuck them, fuck security
I put a gun to your girl
That's how I fuck her
(Fuck ya)
Even Juvenile say
He don't give a fuck
(Violence)
Beyond
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
You had your own way one too many times and now
You`re going to find out what it`s like
Just what it`s like, now you`re a mess
You wanted
you're lighting up the rave
And it's feeling like I met you here before
Girl, I felt your presence when they let you through the door
Never had
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
out of town, I was California
Oh, my legs were not shaved
And you had dirt between your fingers
They told us to behave, but hey
It's not like riding
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
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