Lyrics:
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
at you
You so hot-hot-hot-hot
You think I'd be hollerin'
If you not-not-not-not
I'm king of the town
You can take a look around
Teddy Penderazdown id
Yea she all mine
Quarter piece no dime
Stay up on my mind
Call you all the time
Pick you up I'm down
Cruising through the town
Body so dang fine
Lets
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
at you
You so hot-hot-hot-hot
You think I'd be hollerin'
If you not-not-not-not
I'm king of the town
You can take a look around
Teddy Penderazdown id
on (you know you got it goin' on)
I like the way you move it, girl, when the DJ plays this song
You're lookin' real good to me (so good to me)
Sittin' in
sexy, lookin' fly
We're the baddest chicks, the chicks inside
DJ jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thing, baby
There you are, come on, baby
Don't you
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
on (you know you got it goin' on)
I like the way you move it, girl, when the DJ plays this song
You're lookin' real good to me (so good to me)
Sittin' in
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
anything meaningful behind
Yet I make a wish on stars to be what I am
See, the town, where I walk slipping on fresh snow, is beautiful, don’t you know?
So
Yea
(Eastside)
Yea
Uh
Onto big league, whole town around me
Swimming through the circle of life
It tryna find me, but
Nothing more to find (Find)
I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature
I'm somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet
So push
Start foaming at the mouth like 'what
The hell am I on?' this that DJ Hoppa
Jarren's the new teeny bopper
Face fucking bitches
Nice guy wipe the semen off
pick, hittas stay in the field
On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills
They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains
I'm so high
frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to Hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail
I got Junkyard Dogs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
fucking around
Me and my niggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
And when they start hating we gunning them niggas
or cut a rug
Mean mug a nigga cut it out
Cut a blunt, fill it up, hit it once
Get a cup of some burn
And relax your nerves
And get carried the fuck out
By
Okay (okay)
Yeah
You know what's up, nigga
(My team) living this American dream
Not a fucking game, nigga
Machine, bitch, Griselda, DJ Premier
Sometimes you're up, some down
I grew up in a rough town
Bust around smoke a bus down
I'm not the one to fuck around (fuck around)
I'm focused
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