we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl, we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, come on. Yo girl, we're gonna lose control. Hey baby, come on... let's
that we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl, we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, come on. Yo girl, we're gonna lose control. Hey baby, come on... let's
a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's and I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster, if I pull it out my holster You sopposed'a
block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw
's check out time [Chorus: 2Pac] We gotta go [2X] Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go [4X] Gotta go nigga, gotta
a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp check. Once again, it's your friend outta
man (Oh it's over then, it's over) Fuck all y'all niggas (It's over then It's over) It's not a game man, (uh-huh) We taking this shit over man You know
evaluate the master playas. Operation: "Stack Your Paper." Captivatin' money makers feel the love from above, he's an eagle, he's a dove, call him Bone's emancipator! Everybody's a
t want anymo problems Gentlemen let's get paid to party Givin em sumthin make it feel Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (All the way) [Chorus] [Verse 5:Bizzy] It's
K.O.D'd Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it Kicked a couple of niggas asses Gotta take off and stay
get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me Cuz I slang these thangs like a G It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even
of 8 days We all come together and celebrate We grub lots of manzos (?) and latkes, a.k.a. potato pancakes 3, 2, 1 Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah Oh, what a lotta fun Here
I'll tell you the same Who's to blame...I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna
up take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play on my guitar, puff loud
: Fly with new blast, get gas Kid Rock some folks thought i'd flew right past Faded fast, ran outta gas Here I come again, all back in that ass No questions
a lot to take and a hell of a lot to give But umm, people changed ever since I got in it so "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!" Uhh, yo I wanna say whassup
you didn't hear me crystal clear Maybe you need a hearing aid, I-C-K is claimin' cap No doubt it's playas in the South Listen close cause here's a dose
