(feat. Bobby Valentino) Hey... Hey... Yeah Hey... Yeahh Hey, Hey, Hey (Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa (Yeah, Yeahh) Woo
Hey... Hey... Yeah Hey... Yeahh Hey, Hey, Hey (Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa (Yeah, Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah
(feat. Bobby Valentino) Hey... Hey... Yeah Hey... Yeahh Hey, Hey, Hey (Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa (Yeah, Yeahh
Oh, oyy Yeah, yeah Baby, I know when we started out There were things you didn't know But, baby girl, we got a lotta things we need to discuss I know
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know
[intro - 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don'
It's 50, it's the Unit That means it's money, ha ha Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot
Away in a manger No crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky Looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
Good Morning Mr. Sparrow! I'd say it's a beautiful day! Ready to go hang up flyers on Avenue A? What's that tiny sparrow? Oh you're all tuckered out from
I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus I throw it down with everything
I'm at the top and there's nowhere else to go You can call me nice or you can call me CEO 'cause if you dis I'll be quick to dismiss ya Put you in the
Hey, hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey Valentino Woo, woo, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo
{Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden
Central, this is Officer Jimmy. Looks like we got two rastafarians down here on I-10, definitely some marihuana, possibly some firearms, need two squad
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn] I'm The Law, I Wield The Stick So Back Your Ass Up In Fear This Is My Place, My Burning Face In Full Gear. We
Hey you Who me, Officer Krupke? Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not dragging You down the station, ya punk? Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta
I was an optimist once I scoured the streets to find tree lined parking spots Until and officer stopped We argued a bit and then I finally understood
I've met someone that makes me feel seasick Oh, what a skill to have, oh, what a skill to have So, many skills that make her distinctive But they're not
