when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then that's
when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then that'
cause when w'm gone you'll be callin but i won't be yeah, i'm workin yeah, i'm workin to make butter for my piece of bun if you say i'm not ok then
I do this 4 I'm trying to make a 3 From that 2 He still the 1 Yup, I put it on him, it ain't nothing that I can't do Yup, I buy my own, if he deserve
me? Alex and Juliett: Please stay! (simultaneously in background, 3OH!3: 1, 2, 3, 4.) Alex and Juliett, echoes by 3OH!3: I'm never gunna dance again
I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some
1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I
I'm doin' good Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I'm addicted to stuntin', now that
t need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY... +! } Give
myself I tried some medication But don't nothin help So I said, Doctor doctor, tell me will I die And he said ?count to five Alicia? And I'm gone be alright
I'm like yo don't even dare try I was on my solo groove I don't want nothing I don't need nothing Man I'm good Now I'm speechless Cause I fell for him
I fight temptation I'm not sayin' I don't like temptation I'm just lookin' for da right temptation, ya kno' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - MC Lyte] Yeah
hard. Now she's gone. An' I don't worry. Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. 6. The lonesome days, They have gone by, Why should I beg you? You said good
Let's enjoy this ride [Hook] Up down, Up down Sweat all over our bodies (we sweating) In out, In out Got you screaming I'm naughty Cause I'm deep in
n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n, This perfect getaway, From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences, Rippin' up the trench and, I'm bailing
mr. officer don't procecute I'm telling you that he's a good youth, oh oh See I really don't your name And I know you don't owe me anything But I'm betting
