[Lady Gaga] Hello, hello, baby You called, I can’t hear a thing. I have got no service in the club, you see, see Wha-Wha-What did you say? Oh, you’re
duckin strays Hate to live us But we still some Badboy Killas Got nothin to lose, got no where to go I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow
Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), Weed Man, Weed Man (Inhale, exhale), gettin' me HIGH!! (B-Real) You can always call me all day, all light Service
The first thing I say in the morning is, "Fuck that shit." People are offended and tired, so fuck that shit I walk myself to my church service and ask
[Chorus 2X: Mashonda] When I'm all alone, cause you're not home All I want you to do for me is - listen baby Said you'd hold me down, but you're never
said hello Ask if imma be there soon, and tell him I said hell no. Yo what you say when your people get out of jail huh? (Beyonce) My niggers is home
come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service
2:] Woke up the next morning and all I can remember Was taking shots and tippin the bartender Surender to the women end up bringin me home Cause she
gifts for each and everyone In the Ragpicker's Dream where The red-eye keeps tumbling In our glasses of beer Me and my associate Like the service in
lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style it's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service
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
Turn around go back down Back the way you came Can't you see that flash of fire 10 times brighter than the day And behold a mighty city Broken in the
We have arrived To infest and thrive Upon billions of lives With forks and spoons and knives Repugnant, yet we'll live on your sustenance Preserve the
Politicians' plastic grin Talking With that alien We can rest our troubled minds tonight No solutions here on earth The president's a fucking jerk Now
Hello, hello, baby, you called? I can't hear a thing I have got no service, in the club, you see, you see Wha-Wha-What did you say, huh? You're breaking
Hello hello baby you called I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see? see? Wha-wha-what did you say huh? You're breakin' up on
was a dreamer But it is back to the future, sold out arenas We take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves This is the man who provided more jobs For blacks than armed services
in Hong 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
