realize that... Love is a light, leadin' us the way And that is all we need to understand But where love is going, it's hard to tell Ooh, nobody knows
little nap in the trunk Oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin But you know
know the stranger is you Is it scary for you, baby There's a creaking in the floor There's a creak behind the door There's a rocking in the chair But nobody
THE BOYS IN JAIL COULD GET OUT NOW TOGETHER WHADDA YOU THINK THEY'D WANT TO SAY TO US? WHILE WE WAS BEING CLEVER SOMEDAY YOU'LL MEET YOUR ROCKING CHAIR
do, let me show you You could rock my party, you could rock my party, you could rock my party You could rock my party, you could rock my party, you could rock
have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the
mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair
spilling in the chair [Chorus:] Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure... I'm a take her home,.. We going two steps left and right And nobody rocking
know is straight with beef From Angelwood we from we lovin this Rip track from racks Big john for real Next charlie brown it gets better We rock the cain
ever figure me and pimpin separate Im trifle psyco loaded like a rifle Nigga I could do this in my sleep with my eyes closed You rockin with a "G" on the west I know
a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell, da-da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin', it's kind of late to go swimmin' But you know
He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!) Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down We gonna get the nigga
out to ed o.g. and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s. Yo whole rock this, look Yo brown is my complexion, I got that electric connection Now who needs some protection? We rocking
'em looking a wolf pack outback I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that Everybody know I'm holding In the party, pocket swollen Rock
on any level Watchin' him fall and guessin' that he'll meet the devil His head hit a rock maybe a pipe I don't know and know But he was dead and now
why do you always bite me every time we eat? If I was a chair I'd be like sit here and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair If I was your
just the way it is) (Mamma) And I know it's true Even in my darkest time In my darkest hour When my heart is blind And I'm giving nobody respect My mother
chair! What you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible
