[Aundrea Fimbres] All day All night I'm feeling Your light Hook 1: Baby Bash Let's dip Let's roll My whip So throwed Repeat Hook 1 [Baby Bash] You
Please don't say we're done When I'm not finished I could give you so much Make you feel, like never before Welcome, they said welcome to the floor It
-Кино, поп-корн и мы сидим с Настей. -А что это за фильм? -Какой-то ужастик? Не - это блок-бастер, всё перемешано, Крепкий орешек, бюджет просто бешеный
D Bm A Tough Mama, meat shaking on your bones D Bm A I'm gonna take you down to the river and get you stoned. Bm
Well, isn't it a tuff life? You got a tuff life Isn't it a tuff life? You got a tuff life Isn't it a tuff life? You've got such a tuff life Isn't
Born to make it alone from the skids Don't take it for more than it is Cause we're tough kids We are tough kids You already know, you already know, Come
Intro... Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh (Verse) Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance Just get on the floor and do the New Kids dance Don't worry about nothing
that tuff enuff Ain't that tuff enuff Ain't that tuff enuff Ain't that tuff enuff For you, baby, I would swim the sea Nothin' I'd do for you that's too tuff
"It's just the look in ya eyes" [5X] [Young Chris] And let you know I got potential Don't know me from the can of paint, know what I meant to Know when
Rich girl, and youve come to far 'cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money Rich girl
Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin The honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze) What's on the B-box
[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy [Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. [Young Chris:] That's right. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring
Ya know what we doin' here Young, H O V From the number one, R O C We got another one Yo, it's a big payback, revenge at the tip of my lips Grip on
[Verse (Chris)] She My Down Ass Chick Love me plus she like to come down my strip Get paralyzed wipe down my Shit I love you boo, you, my bug-a-boo Type
Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer Night
Uh, young Christ Our father I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas Bodies get hard soul touch the sky Numbers gettin' called God shut my eyes
Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty Young We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in the limit
For the ladies Look here girl I wanna be your mother, your father Your brother, your sister Your everything I think I might wife her You know, powder
