friends try to duplicate what cant be comprehend I saw your show I wasn't impressed will you be remembered? Ill give you one guess Blown Up Burnt Out Blown Up
burst out Intestines strewn about Your brains splattered All teeth shattered Your head explodes All blood and bones A splattered mess You're blown to
ever do So turn me up when you turn me on when we hear hearts break we'll say they're playing our song It sounds like a radio with the speakers blown
I thought you bout to tell him off, man what's up Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to
there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow
my legs and grab my nuts tight Niggas keep hitting me up And bitches try to get a drop of nut Asking me to dick this So they can blow up, throw up from
what's poppin BLAT!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up
world From here to your hood Lock me up now It's OK to feel good ------------Chorus----------- I got a friend named Flow, who got a friend named blow
all grown up and now you're ready to let it go Wanna be a big girl 'bout to prove it (prove it) With a body like that, you got a grown man ready to blow
Why did we break up like this? What went wrong? What has become of us? Tell me where our love is! How could we fuckin let it end like this? Why is
all could feel it Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it To me, her son, she told me I'm the one Pain bottled up about to blow like
wanna go [Shawnna] I'm from the city wit nothing pretty And everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy And now we finna blow Niggas in the hood
you ask for you can demand. Oh boy, do you ever get bored gettin what you want and more. Whatcha need is someone like you who's gonna blow your pretty
be in it and I'm tricking with you On the dance floor [T-Pain] I hit the club and I'm ready for a dance hall (a dance hall) Mr. Dizm 'bout to blow
Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3 Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me So don't wake me up
souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just
to Realize whats important to me So Don't leave, don't leave Lonely days and lonely night That's where you'd be without me by your side Better think twice baby, oh This could blow up
