Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Cheers to the fricken' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted
Could I? Could I just find a way? I'd find you everyday and we could alter time But I've come to find Everyone's gone away So this may be the time For
I told him my biggest secret And he told me four He smiled at me and said That makes me love you more And then he made me laugh And I knew it was a sign
Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Let's do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Yeah, uh, so sick wit
[Verse 1 - Fabolous] First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters
By Shawn Stockman Verse 1: Any minute now you'll be walking out your door With that vibe I've never seen before Every part of your existence fill with
I'm always a flop at a top-notch affair But I've still got my health, so what do I care? My best ring, alas, is a glass solitaire But I still got my health
(Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement
[Common talking] Yea,Yea,Yea You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
Check it We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
I got so much trouble on my mind So I take time Out my day To pray and I say Now I lay me down to sleep Hopin' that I keep My soul Peep I'm gettin
[Common] Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold
Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call
Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x) Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap
Chorus: Bilal, Jill Scott Alright.....Okay [4X'] Alright......We'll make it funky for you now [Common] I'm a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh From the
[Common] Yeah, one two.. Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got
Whatup BITCH? I'm Peavey Wheatstraw And you don't stop with the heidi heidi hoe Hi hoe or bye hoe if you're lookin for a sucker I'm just another motherfucker
