Lyrics:
the party!
So no fee for me!
I don’t even know what's the Tea!
So I hope you’re up, girl,
'Cause we are all coming over
Lock the doors, lower the blinds
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down
Well the first
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
Burner on deck, in Hakkasan or Nobu
Just put blonde dye in my hair, now I'm feelin' like Goku (oh)
Burner on deck,
Cooooome plaaaay?
In a nappy dugout
(x4)
What you mean by dugout?
Cooooome plaaaay?
In a nappy dugout
must be real just
Say the word and I'm a give you what you want
Time is waiting
We only got 4 minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy
end up in a hearse, because they maskata
Murderer [Repeat x 4]
[Rakim:]
Here they come, known blood-suckers of the poor
Rob us for culture and now
Benz, Cartier tint lens, what?
I dig yo' steez, knock knees, trunk full
Body all lumped up, lifestyle Trumped up
Platinum blonde, hazel eyes chinky
cool babe
But what'd you expect
When you walk in baby love begins
When you walk by baby ooh my my
When you come around, my jaw hits the ground
Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh...
Overheating
Heart is speeding up
Now I want you to tell me
Just what's been going on
Your body is freezing
Got all
the streets that we keep defending
So the $ we got we just end up spending
With nothing 2 save & not a thing 4 lending
U're never really happy
Just really
that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on TV.
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
weakness
And now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear
Sunday mornin', man, she woke up fightin' mad
Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good
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
doing
'Cause his mother made him what he is
And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four
?
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
Maggie's up each morning at four am
By five at the counter at the diner
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in
As the lights
you're a monster
The police constantly buggin' you non-stop
I walk up on ya, "Well, hello Tonya"
I think you got your OnStar button inside your car
doing
'Cause his mother made him what he is
And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
Tossing and turning, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep
Five, four, three,
at
This facility by the ocean
And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly
Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway
I do it for you and I do it for me
Because
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
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