all around youre the one for me youre my extasy(?) Skillma?ig ist das hier ein schlechtes Lied aber immernoch besser als deine Rapmusik! yeah, move it all
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they
the fuckin' grams go! Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh! We gon' bag up all night
eyes, and dream of a better time when I'm finally past this and happy on my own. I've done all I can, and I've still been cast aside. All I ever wanted
on her side Commanding the late boys eyes She runs around, knows all the streets by name So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean She's intoxicating, soon your favorite
[Wyclef] Wyclef on guitar.. with the Black Eyed Peas Here go the rap song, they wanna sing it to y'all [Chorus One] She like a rap song (she like
call and ask her Rollercoaster, favorite ride Let me kiss you one last time Leave me standing here Act like I'm not around The coast'll probably never
All the sad songs on the radio All day it is there to remind an over sensitive guy That he's lost and alone, yeah I hate our favorite restaurant, favorite movie, our favorite
commanding I’m demanding official awareness we Share this common understanding. Word is bond and I give my Life before my word shall fall, Do me a favor listen up y’all
How everything about you is whack Ay yo I know you all can tell From all the talk from his mouth You better set some big traps Around the gifts in your
better way to waste time then to with you Ain't that a trip 'cause usually I do my thing and I dip (oh) But she got me wanna stick around for the second
think you can handle boy If I give you my squeeze and I need you to push it right back (Verse Break) Baby show me show me What’s your favorite trick
Everyone is happy in your favorite dream It's a pleasant surprise with all your favorite scenes Just like a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky And
could hang, hang around we could hang around we could hang around we could hang around and we could all tell that you would be something and we could all
(chorus) every hood we go through all da gangstas around know my whole crew we hold it down like we suppose to nigga u can front if u want we be poppin
much rock for one girl can make her go crazy I need someone to dance with me baby The music's on - turn it up My favorite song - turn it up And all night
downward I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and suffocate me dry concert It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs
