nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother you know that shit ain't right that bitch
What the deal Ma? Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her I'm Miggidy I'm all about the dollar bills y'all, rock the Diamond Lex All that shit
't be seen, I'm so alone, I still can't understand these feeling's that I'm feelin, you're pullin' me back and forth all that you're doin' is confusin
Married to the game but she broke her vows That’s why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles Uh,I think about
since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that
Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?) They ain't ready for what's about to happen ?? put
Party All The Time Party All The Time Party All The Time Party All The Time If If We Could Party All Night And Sleep All Day And Throw All Of My Problems
get ahead Just jump into it Y'all hear about it the Peas'll do it Get started Get stupid Don't worry about it people we'll walk you through it Step
backbone's connected to your ass, go on The ladies all dressed up high fashion (hot!) Dancing all sexy with passion Honey, if you don't mind me asking Can you feel all that bass in that
[wyclef] (come on) Root to the fruit More bass than bootsy collins You verses me Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha) God’s act, stand back and watch
clean Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings And you'll never find another fellow that
say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young, we call it the last days What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
I stuck my dick inside this life until that b**** came And went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I could make it rain all spring Y'all seen
from tin The road that I travel ain't got yellow bricks my old woman thinks that all men are pricks then she flipped the script she's puttin' lip to lip everytime I think about
road that I travel Ain't got yellow bricks My old woman jinxed That all men are pricks And she flipped the script She's puttin' lip to lip And every time I think about
night, She owns the night, I'm talkin' to you...and you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Shawty like it when the bass vibrate the speakers, Her body's hypnotic, Fella's all
there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that
I like the boom - turn it up I need guitar - turn it up I like that drum - when they go... [CHORUS] Let's dance What the weekend, what the night is all about
