I?m not on an ego trip I?m nothing on my own I make mistakes, often slip Just common flesh and bones But I?ll prove someday just what I say I?m of a
Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the
I'm not on an ego trip i'm nothing on my own i made mistakes i often slip just common flesh and bones but i'll prove someday just why i say i'm of
: I'm not on an ego trip i'm nothing on my own i made mistakes i often slip just common flesh and bones but i'll prove someday just why i say i'm
a rope full of salt, The name of my car insurance is YO fuckIN FAULT, And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals
shine state - Florida! Now hold up! You know what it is, what it aint when them boys there roll up Yeah we got it sewed up We got a toe up from the floor
's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin' I have faith in the bad boys Bad boys bring it on home, bring it on home bad boys
You said you're crying 'cause there's no Flowers on the moon. Your heart was full of pain there was nothing I could do... But this is the time of change
Dreaming of the queen Visiting for tea You and her and I And Lady Di The queen said "I'm aghast" Love never seems to last However hard you try And Di
like Jello [Chorus: Lenny Kravitz] DROP EVERYTHING!! When you walk in the door Free yourself up get ya ass on the floor! Be a maniac! lose control (
Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica Off the Florida Keys There's
scene Orally , I speak the truth 'Cuz the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches When they nice and ripe They the best for eatin' All these southern boys
gutta' bitch. Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch. Aye! Gotta' gutta' bitch. Verse 1 Aye, say- Where all my gutta' chicks at? Where my peeps fly? From Florida
go? I'm ready to go, now c'mon now Crank this motherfucker up Yeah, it's ya boys back in the house We want y'all to get y'ass on the motherfuckin' dance floor
