won't stop believing We'll be young always We know when it's time To be working on a twelve pack instead of 9 to 5 And 9 to 5 gives us the fuel for
We won't stop believing We'll be young always We know when it's time To be working on a twelve pack instead of 9 to 5 And 9 to 5 gives us the fuel for
Situation Make Mine Humble Like Pie Ive Never Had Love For The Feds Coz Dey Dont Giv Man Abli They Holdin Man Unda Arest Takin Time Outa My Life Once Times Taken Time
, Обсыпая денежным дождем Леди в мини-юбках, Но я не кидаю им бумажки ни по баксу, Ни по 5, ни по 10 и даже ни по 20, Кидаю по четвертушке, по 5 центов
Fear fear fear Of a new thing Fear fear fear Of the brass ring You ain't one for taking chances You work and live and breathe that 9 to 5 Still that
hurt. Bury the dirt. line for line. Ramp I be the mastermind. That’s be full time watch me shine. I know the seven sign. I’m rich, and still life is a
up Ant, anything you can accomplish man she'll never say "can't." And I got to drive, my 9-5, they kill your dreams but you gotta keep the grind alive
the arm Rings so thick I can't even make a fist Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this Yeah, and I just do my wayne And every time I do it
the bose system right behind my eyes With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they dont
burn me? Really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times And I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes Damn, we still payed! We still payed! Yeah
make y'all bounce! [Xzibit] Our father who art in heaven Got niggaz jumpin outa skyscrapers like 9-11 Pickin upper any number between 5 and 7 That's
slit Bout 20 minutes damn near fainted when it was time to spit 5 o'clock in the morning and we still zoned 7 o'clock in the morning pill is still on
your life from 9 to 5 And I mourn you For the detail that is left unsaid Is a reminder of the time you bled Return to days when you knew you still felt
Check your watch, nigga it's my time (HEY!) Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT'S RIGHT!)) So pay attention yea you on my time In that case time waits
bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie. But you know I still talk my shit
me, really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times An' I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes Damn, we still payed, we still payed Yeah, we
A sky full of lighters [Royce Da 5'9"] By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5
