a check now No, it was not a plan, it was just a gift, it was just a shooting star and I grabbed hold of it No, it was not a test, it was just a space
the pages of yours And I know the magic behind the trick But I?m still in awe when all the smoke clears Cuz I saw a map of the world That only cared about
m depressed A cure all for the medicines that I miss These things that I wanna give up, for you So take your last drinks and when it settles You can
and you are not by my side My band's not blowing up but I don't wanna give up (Give you up) I sing it loud, sing it proud, sing it 'till I can't count
it all, I will miss you all when I'm gone, Cause I know I can do it So c'mon get up love do you have nothing better to say? It's my fault love all I
clubbin’ 26’s on the hummer Errday like it’s summer Wait tripper take a number I’m still clubbin’ [Chorus] I don’t know what y’all about to do But I’m about
recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen and the old chemistry, just reared it's
t like northside And it’s a riot if any more niggaz die No parole or probation Now this is a young man’s summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation
sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again She said what would your mother think and how would your father react oh lord Would he take it all back what
all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again She said what would your mother think and how would your father react oh lord Would he take it all back what
like a summer jam fan where are my bands Where my rubber band mans [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] It's official bang your pistols play your money it's funny
ton of bricks Now that's some Miami shit Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's Now that's some Miami shit That's what, that's right [x3] I'm from Miami bitch [
this) you only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your world and I'm just in it (what?) It's just the way that God must have
break the monotony of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be a little bit out of control it's cool to dance but what about the groove that soothes
use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your world and I'm just in it (what?) It's just the way that God must have meant it Speak of the
I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60's Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin' out
on stage White t-shirts about to be sprayed with water Let her go boys And when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do
your head beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the 90's Want more from a brother than a part-time lover Who's wack