who really loves you (you've got a girl who really cares) She'll do anything you ask her to Yet you treat her wrong Oh you just string her along Brother
the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! [Ice-T] It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Niggas break ill,
who supply who supply who supply YOU And ya'll a bunch talk money I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money Two-brick money new blue
ya outta Jacob's in clusters Busters they wanted to rush us Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya When you blush you turn blue if your grade
gotta understand that love Love was something I knew nothing about Until I met you But you, girl You're the one that turned my heart around And for that I love
I aint had a belt in two classes I aint got it I'm going after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever who has it you blowing up, that's good, fantastic
on chrome [Cam'Ron] Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's
the president's mug Take it in blood, niggas hatin' on the love Back shootin', crabs in the barrel I stir the soup till it's brewin' Pour the whole barrel
swear it's they fuckinyear But yo your girl just moved to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove (uhh) Broad look, the movement is on Mild mannered mami's
] Well it's the dip monk (?) execute parachute (?) this Gipp man, lovin that orange brother Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy Eyes wide like
Why you think El-P put his boys on wax? And why you think Little Brother's in the door like that? Its because God gave us something that makes us More
: [feat. Kenan Thompson] [Andy:] Oh, it's been a long time coming Two of the world's greatest America's Sweetheart, Ms. Reba McEntire (Yeah, yeah, how
your j..o..b how? [Polow Da Don:] Man i been havin trouble wit my car, Besides it's to far, price of gas, man it's hard, and on da real, shit man they
shot down, like a family of Kennedy's Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C.C. You should see, how happy them yella's be When they see the car, nicely dropped
this is the season of catching the vapors Since I got time, what I'm gonna do Tell ya how it's spreading throughout my crew What you want on Nate Dogg Who
don't be no fool Cause it's cool to be in love with a brother But nigga, make sure you wear a glove when you love her Cause you'll fall flat, and ain'
make em fight one another Better yet, make em kill for a color Keep em drunk and high so they won't know what's up Make em think jail's where you go if
right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red For Clips and Bloods The white for who's got