away I wanna feel rich when I'm broke Feel young when I'm old I may never hit gold But you know I get the feeling Up when I'm down Even strong with
Sometimes I feel Like I need a vacation Sometimes I feel Like I wanna go To the city of cavemen The city of Bedrock I'd be a Flintstone Now I'll tell
know 'bout me Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe
rewind selector I said nice rectum I had a vasectomy, Hector So you can't get pregnant if I buy sex and erect ya' Hannibal Lecter into guy sex And I bet ya' I
' greener Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my hat to the sky BIG I did it, ? before I die, (nigga) no lie Just know I chose my own fate I drove
KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG People in the party, are you really feelin? We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!) I be hippin all type of niggas
store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be
something else that brought us feaze Keep it all inside until we feel we can't unleash I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone I
Lil' mama, it's your call, I hear ya, I heard ya say Touch me, baby Touch me all night long Touch me, baby, yeah Yeah, I'm into that talk, I'm into
in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close your eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you
a wheelie in air, Mac Milli... the Vanilli's in here I'm a rascal don't get whopped, I get brats who don't give top, I get tassel, pass you with a flow
party’s blazing. I can’t believe it, this beat is banging. I can’t believe it, I can’t believe i-it. [Chorus] (Hey) Check It Out (x10) (Yeah yeah, I’m feeling
, (Hey hey hey hey) I ain't got time for no games, I'm hopin' mami that you feel the same I got what you need to feel the pain Here's my number call
[Intro:] I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money [Chorus:] What's in my pocket
Oh you're normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Oh you're very - very normal Well, it makes you feel big
WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6 Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
