all these all these people who wanna feel alone don't wanna be grow old and not get it just say that you need so say you need so say that you need me
when I said you were beautiful I said it there and then I laid aside all resistance, for goy to say amen and when you raised your hands to me, a glow
baby doll) With all its yuletide joy and cheer (I got a football) But theres one thing I'd like to say Is that I hate Christmas day (I got a rock!) Its
Give it up for rock'n roll Give it up for rock Give it up for how it made you feel Give it up for vinyl days Kicking back from school Turning out to
little momma, Chiddy in the spot Where you at pretty lady show me what you got They say why you rappin' for the kids for I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store This summer
keine zeit verlieren checkt den park feiert hart erhaltet eure art larsito wA?nscht euch gute fahrt Jonny Strange I say me sitting reminiscing about last summer
straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum, You could be the pony boy you could be the one, You drive it like a semi to the setting summer
Hardcore Baby, Yeah Hot Cars Stop Call Rockstar What You Know About It It's Not For A Baby, Unless You Weezy F Baby And Please Say The Baby When You Say
man where I'm from Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got like
Make Your Bed Rock I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock [
t Well look here y'all don't say nothing than I won't Just don't say nothing Just don't say nothing Just don't say nothing Just don't say nothing Go
t well look here y'all don't say nothing than I won't just don't say nothing just don't say nothing just don't say nothing just don't say nothing go
mama, Chiddy in the spot Where you at pretty lady? Show me what you've got They say, why you rapping for the kids for? I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store This summer
, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man Say
of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money, say
young youth rocking the gold tooth Pull up in a drop top old school bumping the cash rules No question we the reason why the summers blazin You looking
All of us are here tonight Something new with movin' on We've been thinkin' 'bout it all year long Got the right moves, Cheetah Girls Here we go, gonna rock