You just wanna meet and stay Can happen i'm cold and grey I wanna make this I wanna walk with you You tell me that your love is pure You sad that your
your pocket This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
This is the club scene, where them ballas at Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting We taking care of the whole section, with liquor Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at
paper chasin that green Chorus: Juvenile There once was a nigga and his name was Turk He always shot balled and he put in his work Until one dy he was
: Verse One: Lil' Wayne Head buster off top Grab the chopper and chop At the top is my spot And nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped
yeah) She doesn't have to say a word She just stands there in the nude, (come get this) She said, baby I'm a hurt you - Tonight Just relax let me work
IT UP, GET IT UP!) GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!) SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!) WORK YO' BODY! (SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT!) DON'T STOP, WORK
: [Intro] "OK man, are you ready to go?" "I'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this motherfucker up" [Mr. Mixx] YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE
club, lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew, Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice. You know we at Magic City
ll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... " "Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!" [Chorus:] Heyy! 2 Live Crew Boys with the
alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the
you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps you
G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at
see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like
naked On the floor on the bed leg on the dresser Bend you out and wear you out on my own record Drop dat work, Take dat work, Throw dat work Do what you do show dat work
if we gon' be workin' out, we don't need to have too much to eat I'm sure you need some work on your thighs And for sure my third leg could use a little
your casket will be closed ay 200 hundred stacks and we throw it Ain't none of it stolen And if you think you gon' take from us Well we'll... at you and
Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers Ask my niggers in Re ville Ask my niggers down at wilks Ask my nigger at Hart feel nigger Ask my nigger in
