, I'm sea sick See, Here's my brand new meat dish Intestines and bell peppers, Onions in salt, My delicatessen You cheap trick, I want you to want me Then I
deal See you blowin me and um See she chose me And I uh, really don't want the body I want the g's in fact, I want the keys Please You alreay know All
I chop up the rocks and I stop up the drop, Blocka Blocka the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got
to keep callin' them tricks See I spit now Now these hoes all on my dick (oh you're a rapper?!) Like "Mikkey won't you take me out?" Chick please It takes
goes Call him Chris He'll like that [KIM] That marine Wants his beer [ENGINEER] You said you needed a job You said you'd turn a trick You'd better
Must be murder Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke I know my momma be praying her lord save me I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily You
I know you think you got it like ? I be fuckin' hoes every day of the week You never could be a better playa than me Even if you rolled in luxery I know
up, the magical man) (CODA) I have seen you playing tricks I have seen you playing tricks I have seen you playing tricks I have seen you playing tricks
cake, now you want some more Mmm, where have I heard that before? I am your, I am your I'm just your sexual thing I am your, I am your I'm just your
You really got me goin' tonight Imagine what we're doin' tonight I'm crazy for some action tonight Imagine what we're doin' tonight You really got me
not right I lost my fame It's a cheap trick I wanna do it again I've got no life I am a seperate entity From the guy i was before Here nobody wants me I
If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
running this race Justin: I?m so into you... Madonna: I?ve heard it all before Justin: So what should I do? Madonna: I told you catch me on the floor
, this is Ghetto Status... [Hook: Chamillionaire] You can't get no money from me, I know that's what you want But you can't get it from me, don't think
I don't dance in bars You can call me a tramp if you want to But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you Or you can front if you have to
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped you was a
, the hood raised me And she, won't be happy till she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me 'Cause
clear In hopes I'd hear the Cheap Trick record Over and over again till I could believe I wanted so, I wanted, oh, so badly Whose got the answers 'Cause I