the weekly drama, You know, lil' small shit, Like girls saying' they my baby mama But this music has made me calmer I now understand karma These niggas is mad, They wanna assassinate me
even rhumabotosis as I heal you with the rhythm ?Cause the remedy for the party people standin? around is ummm Dancin? and havin? a ball So live life like Michael Jackson
out Make the music, make the music Make the music with your mouth Make the music, make the music Make the music with your mouth Make the music, make the music Make the music
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
need in my life Yes, it is, well, well? She's calling me on my phone Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me Hoppin' in on my 4's,
just get your dial on Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your smile on [Hook] [Chamillionaire] She's calling me, on my phone Telling me she
the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i'm
t hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothing but the music
, i dont make that gangsta music, i just let my soul abuse it. soldier music riding to it turn that track on, rest in peace to michael jackson, pump this
Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York They tryin to take me downtown put me under the
horses to drive I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga Like the one you get from, Mike holla [Michael Jackson] I don't think they're ready for this one [Michael Jackson
my left glove on my left hand Are ya ready? I'm sick of Michael Jackson I'm tired of all that So this is the Anti-Jackson Rap I don't like his music
years The dreams that we're dreaming Have time to come true 'Cause we've got forever And forever is meant for so very few We shall have music We shall
a mindless void A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid Cold as a rock without a hue Held together with a bit of glue Something tells me
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself with me Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself Enjoy yourself with me Better enjoy yourself Better enjoy yourself
me that was so stinky but baby i enjoyed it i loved you so bad i love you since i was 5 but you never knew me, you only gave me hi-5's ah oh, ah oh salutation
your face In broad daylight I'm telling you On how I feel Gonna hurt your mind Don't shoot to kill Shom-on D-ah! Shom-on Lay it on me D-ah! Alright
Written & Composed: Quincy Jones, Nickolas Ashford & Valerie Simpson Music: Quincy Jones, Nickolas Ashford & Valerie Simpson Lose it? Lose it? I