we'll break it Ha ha, we'll break it Ha ha, we'll break it Let's break America) [2x] We're gonna know it now We're getting on a plane We gonna do a radio
you back, want you back for good) (Robbie) We'll be together (Robbie+Mark) This time is forever No more fighting, and forever we will be. So complete in our love, we
the decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the
grind Kat Williams flow bitch this pimpin' all the time you singing ass rap niggas simpin' all the time fucking up the game niggas fucking up my name you don
tip, check it out Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight We're gonna say what we like 'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many
, we can demand a weekend If we can get the man to weaken So if you're ready then send a beacon To be continued and to begin We can't be content to steep
i can hang out with billy dee williams, and he can hang out with me pizza, love, and hominy, grits, peach pits, and songs to sing more accountability so i can
that goat I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote And I can sing all them
-trailer out on the countryside You can't write country songs in town they say We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by We found that we
take Will be used now to sing your praise (Used now to sing your praise) And beg you to share my days With a loving guarantee That even if we part I will
[Intro] My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up) You can do it too My nigga you can do it too You can do it too You can do it too (Just tellin
enemy from across the street Mamma came home, said she got a good job Daddy did too, now they don't squab Financially, we improvin' 2 months later, son, we
like a G bomb On top of your skin, I'm sliding it in When I'm done, you can wake it up and ride it again Then we can hold on through the night, fan on
And everybody just get your groove on We'll rock the party till the break of dawn And even get your grandma to sing along Now what I say, don't take
shoes on Everybody just get your groove on We'll rock the party till the break of dawn And even get your grandma to sing along Now what I say, don't
to die So grab yourself an alibi Heaven knows your mother lied, mon cher Separate your right from wrongs Come and sing a different song The kettle's on so don
with my Uncle Tom. Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C, to inspire me, so we will see, this
'm kinda nice... {laree williams:} [singing] Ooooooooooooohhhh! chocolate city are ya with meeeee? ! Scoob and scrap and mister cee! kane and shane and laaaarrrrreeeeeee! Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing