you bitch Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other
for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks (ay) [5x] [VERSE 1] Im strapped up, Im iced out a nigga play, its lights out
obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man,
’m gonna sing it in my rock’n roll band And I bet that people gonna like it, yeah I know that everybody’s gonna shout it About a dreadful mighty killer A big black
Artist/Band - AC/DC Album - Back In Black Song - Shoot To Thrill All you women who want a man of the street, Don't know which way you wanna turn, Just
" Follow for now, power of the people, say, "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah y'all c'mon
Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get
atmosphere Pull the tap Just a tad (Gypsy Haircut) There's no Atmosphere (A bear skin rug, The tambourines) Dig a tunnel through the mountain (Black Piano on the Mountain) How many Atmospheres are out
thing's at a frat house, but people are cool there Reluctant, I followed, but I never dreamed There would be someone there who would catch my attention I wasn't out
! yo... I'm nice wit my hands doe You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo I'm looking type Rocky when I hop out the Land Vo Bezel on the band
the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in Yes, I'm your host and your journalist, Chamillionaire, so let the news begin Our helicopters out in
I shelter here some days. A high-back chair. He sits and stares A thousand yards and whistles Marching-band (Boom-ching) Kneeling by and speaking up He reaches out
Wayne] I'm getting money I'm the president Junior And in the hood they call me Weezy the future And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya And nigga my band
a fucking maggot vomit No Shit Get the mic’s out Kick it in gear It’s Ludacris All I needed was some chicken and beer You better, roll out while the
rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who decided to rap and
Stabity, Rip, Stab, Stab And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to flipply thing the other day like that guy from that band could do. Somedays
Tryin to see if we got him Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
t be readin’ out of the same book Cause youse a crook and I’m a brother King james had sex with his mother Is that your edition? is that your religion? Black
