brain steroid freek, with no hope! today's the day we stand up tall, today's the day we dominate. yesterday's been put in the past, and tomorrow's too
: Antonio Lobo Antunes ? Vitorino Salome Meu amor quendo eu me for / Veste de noite este quarto / Nao ha amor se o amor / Nao ha amor se o amor / For
shirt right next to ya bra that's right next to ya purse right next to the kingsize B-E-D you coulda stayed at ya crib to watch B.E.T. cuz if you come
up in my S-T-L go get me room in the T-E-L lock it down like a C-E-L so I can waive your B-E-L huh, go and turn it down you know what them 69 Boyz about
I felt sad. Hour after hour I'd explored the land. Cruisin' in the Turtle Van, yeah man! Blowin' in the cartridge to get it to work. Sometimes it'd even
're wearing my ring Guess I can stop playin' ol' B.B. King 'Cause the thrill is back, the heartache's gone Time stands still, baby love lives on The room
and heathcliff Eating my rice crispies in the living room seat with Battle with and when it?s time to split blaze a saddle with, If we was out in the midwest I?d
the mills That's a good look It take me just to compliment the deal That's a good look Anything you cop I'll split the bill That's a good look
for the mills That's a good look It take me just to compliment the deal That's a good look Anything you cop I'll split the bill That's a good look Better
's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin'
eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh, Ye-eh-eh?) B to the U to the M to the P That's what we gave ya cuz that's what you need B to the E to the P make ya bump (ooh
connait d'ja le generique T'es la a nous parler d'ton titre On a vide les douilles d'ton chargeur Scie les chicots d'ton pit' Infos move on te recherche
up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo
wait wait wait [Verse 3: The Game] I'm in that mocialaco Riding through Chicago And it's 12:00 12:00 in my Mofato Yeah I know, B and CB it's like back
They call this hip hop [B.O.B.:] It's the game that pays me But somehow lately the game's been crazy Ya I'm an 80's baby So ya my momma made me but hip
it be I can't believe I ever put that shit in me) Mic B "Man that shit's nothing to me anymore" Class "Wassup, wanna smoke this joint" Mic B "Ahhhhh,
yet [B-Real] Killa bee kill [Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill [B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye
sometimes he get's skunk And he calls me when he get it, cus he know I'm wit it And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it I'll
