the glass And so I drew a new face and laughed I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason To rid yourself of vanity and just go with
glass she is so beautiful she fell in love with herself she is the world revolving around her the water's slow recoil reveals her lonesome grave she fell in love with
: You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked He
FKI] Freaky bitches with plenty of ass Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast Bend over backwards, make me shout And work that pussy, in and out Movin' their body with
more So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a light to my smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass
recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with
Never That Too much Tequilla drinking We all that Make them understand me Hey I'll stay all night out with my Posse Everyone roll with me is family Cuz
)X4 I know you made love on satin sheets But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri Drop top by the lake skin to skin With bass music pumpin out your
: (feat. Snoop Dogg) [Akon:] Convict...Music...and you know we a front. [Chorus (Akon):] I see you winding and grinding up on that pole, I know you
whistle I maybe disco, parkin lady nipples when I dj I turn the bass up to chicko The girls with the big, big booties I?m straight chillin, coolin out with cuties 21 and over ain?t messin with
i know people taste in music sucks About four hours had passed, forty picks and my empty glass, a tasty number all dressed in black tried to rock us with
get me off Sweat until my clothes come off It's explosive, speakers are pumping (oh) Still jumping, six in the morning Table dancing, glasses are
I need that, uh to get me off Sweatin' till my clothes come off It's explosive, speakers are thumpin' Still jumpin', six in the mornin' Table dancin', glasses
And I stagger over screaming On my way to the floor And I'm back on my back With the lights and the lies in my eyes And the colour and the music's too
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd
serpent in everlasting nightmare Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose Wrapped,penetrating skin Listen to the music of their agony Eyes made of glass
is halfway and as an answer to the plea You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience With the