this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out
in and out) Take off the runway (stranger now in a different town) Take off and go (over and under in and out) downtown hangin around over and under in and out
not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer and let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin out ya
us who work hard only to satisfy the stockmarket brokers. Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money! Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money
clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin
where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them And there's really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse's kicking
my right to bear arms what I'm posed to fight with bear palms? yeah right they coming with bombs, I'm comin with flare-guns We as americans We as a Americans Us
the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel
m Shady!") When I go out, I'ma go out shootin I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid I'm tryin to clear up my fuckin' image
[One... One, two... Check me out right here yo...] 'Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel ?em 'Till the day that I drop you’ll never
[in a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was
ya Should've never fucked wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider
can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' thug life riders. West side till' we die. Out here in california, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother
, where did we go wrong, baby? Did this cold, cold world turn us into stone? Now all I battle is your ego and your pride It's ticking like a time bomb
The Pret Black Mamma Camp You Could Go Out There Lord The Texas Holli Lord Jam And Frazier Pimp C On Your Head Y’all Pump B We Can Go Out There To L.A
Groove me with that tail Down and dirty, rough and rugged Dog, nasty, but you love it She gon' kiss it, you gon' rub it Livin' out my fantasy Baby, come
I'm your rock and your stone (it feels right) me and you sharing a star (its real tight) and nothing's gonna tear us apart (so true) I'm feelin like
