the lead singer of my band... My Band (Repeated 9x) (Outro) The hottest boy band in the world... D12! (Eminem as a salsa singer): I'm the lead singer of my band
wall tryna lock me down (lock me down) One flip of the tone and i was sprung (i was sprung) and we get done til 4, 5 in the morn (4, 5 in the morn)
(feat. Shannell) [Chorus:] We like them boyz with them rubber band bands. He move weight keep a couple gram grams So (so so so) where your money put
than that you like the Taj Mahal momma You a treasure to me life with you is a plesure to me And I'm a make sure no man ever measure to me Like Run and D
eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
G5 Sweet, sweet fire I'm not alone C5 Breathe in the sweet fire of love I'm not the same anymore G5 The sweet fire of love D C A D C Am
Intro: Am Am/G D E Am Am/G D E E Am Am/G D E A5 Am
and riding Cadillac Platform heels and rocking bell bottom jeans You know what I mean With the butterfly collars and the miniskirts How I wish I could've seen a Jackson 5
street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
[Royce Da 5'9'] Ryan's a homocidal misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having
yeah, atlanta got it like that Philadelphia got it like that Texas got it like that, let me see Somebody else got it like that G: d.c. A: yea, d.c., d
we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight
world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow
of Vine as in West Philly, 56th Street The kids be getting jay'd on the corner Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 Soul Not no bootleg treat
' to clap And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts On that I 9-5 swirvin'
see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love
Platinum Albums And Another Four Gold, And We Never Used MTV We Went Up The Back Road, And Built A Fan Base That Said Behind The Clown, That They'd Tear
