Lyrics:
Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
It's all we've been given
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by
We think
ourselves
And days go by,
I can feel 'em flyin'
Like a hand out the window in the wind.
The cars go by,
Yeah it's all we've been given,
So you better start
the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
the time once more
Chorus-Puff Daddy and Madd Rapper
[Puff]
Yo every nigga want to get it like we do
[Madd Rapper]
Tired of getting money illegal
but I guess that we can never die
Own my on I'm
How come even going a second time you forgot it
Good lord feels like I've turned into a cyborg
Maybe
lose)
Something I've got to do
Don't wanna feel like you're drifting away
And I don't wanna lose you
I've tried to find a way to encourage you
It's
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
to play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl
There ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause you got me feigning, but, girl, you don't hear me
and white?
I wonder what it's like to be my friends
Hope that they don't think I'll forget about them
I wonder
I wonder
Right before I close my eyes
tryna beat, no Michael Jack' or Ike and Tina
Swipe her post like tinder, quite a keeper
Said it's you and me forever, I believe she's into Post and Justin
A to B, it can't be up to me
'Cause you don't know, who I was before you
And basically, to see a change in me
I'd be losing, so I just ignore you, yeah
real niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Hi hater, arivederci its Co-bizzy
Hands on the paper, so far gone like I know Drizzy
that
Justin blows old men and then
Pays them for head
It's like saying Canadians have AIDS
They know they're gay in bed
If we all agree, jB, sucks
no more, no more, no mo-ore
I need some time
To watch my line on what the future upholds
So just hold off of me now
This life ain't what it seems now
yeah
We just be mile high clubbin'
I'm on a thousand miles runnin'
Hit it, go downtown Sunday
Then move it uptown Monday
Don't wanna see you by
feel like a game.
Or take a long vacation to san tropez,
And think of all the money I made.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By
All In All Night
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) & Ry Bradley
V1:
What you thinking mama
Got that devilish look in your
as you can go
That's how I like it
I like it
I don't need a race in my bed
When speed's in my heart and speed's in my head
Instead
Slow, slow
She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark
She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart
And she getting to the point where it's too
Angelina, lips like Angelina
Like Selena, ass shaped like Selena
I'm like, got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even know her
naughty, naughty
And not by nature, I drop by paper
I think of times when I didn't have it
Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it
Now I'm lookin' back like
months in UK but I don't drink gin
Check my origins, mate
Well, cool kids, they do not use drugs (they do not)
Only weed 'cause it's not that strong
it graphic 64 bit
Topographical. Map it like a road trip
Blacks that don't learn to swim get drowned on the slave ship
Better get to stroking - olympic
thing is foreign (uh huh)
If it had some wings, we'd be flyin', we'd be soarin'
Ah-ah-ah, when I'm in it I'll be thinkin' I don't want this thing
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