la laisse pas filer T'as attire son regard et direction l'bar, tu continues de chiller T'as le bling bling, les chicos en or, le jean delave, verifies tes lacets boy
: [Intro:] Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit
: Intro: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you
: Just checkin' my microphone once As I check your audio Increase the bass response Hope n the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip And pop bullshit
home away from home In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome Pickin up the homies, we get em one by one If you aint psychopathic ryda boy
can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denice Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass
you are, we going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the kill joy So get your ass in fat boy You can sit up in the front with
back down his throat Back to the locker Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Stuff the fucker! Back to the locker Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Fuckin
at....HO [beep] [old record plays] Jay fuzz the clown Jay fuzz the clown Jay fuzz the clown [low voice repeats] Juggles Juggles Juggles Juggles [x2] [low bass
: He got me with a hook Those big bass notes Thunder in my chest Stuck in my throat Pulling me down Like a rumble in the ground Crawls up from
: (feat. Beyonce Knowles) (Bass) uh (high hat) uh (808) uh (Jay) uh huh ready uh uh (lets go get 'em) uh huh (c'mon)c'mon Jay-Z Rap Intro: I used to
all Uh shake em all Uh G4s and all we take off uh we flawless mister I'm the boss el presidente caliente Call me the other dog so fuck all yall The boy
street. Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got smile, Blinky thumps the gut bass
: (feat. T-Pain, Lil Wayne) [T-Pain: (Polow Da Don):] (GET MONEY!) Damn, hey, that's how we do it T-Pain, Nappy Boy - yeah Turnin you on (Polow Da Don
that boom boom thing (I got that fire) Turn that boom box bass right up and in my face. Gimme boom boom bang (I got that fi-fi-fire) Boy your boom boom
is spinnin Pourin Juice, and kick it in Rollin Blunts, and kick it then Music bumpin, ain't it somethin How they get the smiffin beer Feel the bass,
: White boy get ready to do his thing's here Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Here's a new jam for you to cling to A funky rythm that you can swing to Kid
your boy "Jayski" a'ight so Pass that thing and watch me flex Behind my back, you know what's next To the jam, all in your face Wassup, just feel the bass