to cope says all my teachers. Do you really know God's intention? Do you ever ask what it's all for? We need love, love and love, we need more, more and more
's get this started, no more hesitation Cause everybody wants to party with you Celebration Boy you got a reputation I see a little hesitation And Madonna
the demo, ya boy act wild you aint get the memo, Yeezy's back in style now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget what's more tripped out though is
(One stop) Candy store (Candy store) Lollipop (Lollipop) Have some more (Have some more) All the suckers are not what we sell in the store Chocolate kisses so good You'll be beggin' for more
to ya" I don't know why i didn't get that job, but now its move over Meryl Streep, theres new light on the cinamatic horrizon, Madonna. Oh this is not
bar, some woman is topless She's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess While he shoves 5 dollars down her exotic panties The video jukebox is playing Madonna
check of one to two It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck Hit women like Madonna
you like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk And let loose with the juice when I do rock I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
see Hey, hey, hey, they ain't gon' stop They just want what we got The more they talk about our love The more they make it obvious The more they seem
Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast Bend over backwards, make me shout And work that pussy, in and out Movin' their body with plenty of action Bringin' to the men more
Like there's some kind of a aura of that of a king around me Surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers and bangers, and the most dangerous criminals And I feel like I'm more
't even fit you, they don't feel you You're taking this shit too far Who do you think you are? Hang my suit up in the armoire Everyday I hate you more and more
Venue after venue I've been through Come up to the telly so I can bend you Send you to the store condoms and more Jealous females call you sluts and whores
to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna Aiyyo check it,
blasphemy but it feels like its gods gift One sniff'll have you kneel down and praise me nodding out holding onto your babies. A new conec means a few more
pop's died in the hands of a chump Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl Now
Mr. Softy 'cause you're not hard You're never comin' off because I got God Just [Incomprehensible] and get a beat down Never weak kid, I come up with more street sounds Rhymes galore and soarin' 'cross the floor an' Some more