day The eighth day The eighth day Pure white heat and blood of sands Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round On the eighth day Pools
fo' sho [Jermaine Dupri] Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight
score another deal With my back against that damn eight ball I didn't have to think or talk or feel My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn
Girl yes Naw, for real Twenty eight days pass me by And she ain't even sure Got me smokin' Home with them Well I don't even smoke 'Cause the worst thing
Shook Hands Lyrics Yeah- HA!HA! (See I love this shit) You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got damn Ho's here we go
Hey yiah yiah Yiah yea yea Hey yiah An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's
day, all day In your face with the bombshell [unverified] Peace, B-Brown is definitely outta here for the minute See ya, 'cause It's still my thang and after eight
it Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if
ass says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a
up properly So can you live up to your name girl? I see you talk a good game girl! If I was da seven can I get eight? (Can I get eight?) Just buy you
o (chorus) I don't want no J.O.B. Bringin' me Down like a damn dog to my knees All w ork and no play a in?t no way for me to live My day's too
ain't missed it must mean I ain't hurtin' Told her gon' keep it buy some more damn detergent I ain't bought nothin' all day I feel like a virgin Don'
things I'm here to tell you money don't change every motherfucking thing Change every motherfucking thing Last ten years momma been working twice a day
niggas don't get ya money right This time you know what sayin' I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08 (Where we going?) My bank account gon' have eight
and only For the longest me and my niggas been hittin' This town like a storm And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm One day you don't get it,
I do it like the best of the greatest, not the worst Like welfare day, can't stop the first of the month Can't stop Short Dawg neither Got a good hoe
that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin' for half my life I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic If you eighteen
the streets This is Bubba Sparxx in the streets I just hitch hiked my way from Athens to Cascade Paid homage for three days, been writin' the past eight
