seats Now pop your bottles, blow your kush, fuck what your man say 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the band play If it ain't about money
I can't keep calm I'm steadily exploding, just chilling, the bomb I see Medusa seduce them with aids in they ass And a band of necks trying to chase
with hatchets,chop!!! in detroit we don't love tha crypt but that don't mean i won't bitch smack that lip we got full blood people ? welcome to the greatest
jaws They take a long time to heal I'm for real, and I know the deal Look it over, investigate Evaluate, think Life is wrong, and full of flaws Before
One of the band told me last night, That music is all that he's got in his life. So where does it go? Surely not with his soul. Will all of his licks
I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, woh oh oh Passionate kisses from you Is it too much to demand? I want a full house and a rock and roll band
like a rubber band And she loves to snap at me Everybody thinks I'm insane To overlook her faults But here's the reason I like 'em skinny Instead of full
band begins to play We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine {Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead Full
f-ck and Polo sheets is what I land on back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn Got
better Down where it?s wetter Take it from me Up on the shore they work all day Out in the sun they slave away While we devotin?, full time to floatin
Ricky Ross Carol City Cartel Cool and Dre Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
bitch on 'Dre Day' Uhh, the West coast call me yay yayyy I'm from Miami, Dade, where they sip the ye ye Uhh, Trina, best believe I Keep a rubber band, full
the realest, moveit chorus i wish a nigga would say i ain't the ??? say i wasn't standin on the corner every day a cocked hand gun and a sack full
floor] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 2:] Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And
Tech N9ne, everybody wanna be down with a nigga Women get a whiff of the money, thinking of taking it from me They get up in the club, giving the love, throwin' the pussy Full
eight oh peakin' Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work Bronx bomber watch' em strip Eddy tip that fine mama Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like gap band
call me a dummy An ignit little bastard, how I'm spendin' my money, I tell her That's why your not as fly as your grandson Handsome with a pocket full
