I can do it So c'mon get up love do you have nothing better to say? It's my fault love all I do is push you away Cause this is it I know that shes just
do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On
than ya ever saw 929 wit the mirror bro Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the syrup wit the lean, bend it up Ball 'til I fall,
Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
has gone to hell Straight to hell The only good thing about this city is summer. It?s a babe watch And that's just what I need right now is some babes
all the boys and all the girls together Well, they can take, take, take the kids from the summer But they'll never, never, never take the summer from me It
the thugs does it! That Cleveland criminal hardcore shit, the girls love it! And it really don't matter if you cuss or bust, fuck it! Every nigga can
streets Well now I'm no hero, that's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow
the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do This boardwalk life for me is through You know you ought to quit this scene
but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it
day, come on everyone The party's just begun I know you feelin' this Put your hands up if you feelin' this I'm feelin it girl I know you feelin' this
: (feat. Lil' Wayne) [Intro (Spoken) Lil Wayne] What it is, Folk. This right here is the 16 year old phenome, Chris Breezy. Me, myself, I'm the 23 yr
four... Take it away boys! But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested, The manner in which she was exposed, And later on in court, well, everybody thought A summer
go, go, go, go as we proceed [Drake:] Uh, 5 and a half em boys ass is off the hook Cinderella bout to lose the glass off her foot and when I find it is
broke niggas is the problem and us is the scape goat some body get the waiter they need a second plate a this knowledge if you aint got it you could catch it
on purpose You never hear me say "forgive me" I'm snatchin' every penny It gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you brigade laced it You
it sounds And this might sound a little strange but I'm a tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding And I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it
