I can't speak for you Can speak for me It's a struggle But them ballers done bubbled I can't speak for you But I can speak for me I'm out here strugglin
I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you
Ghetto speakers Protestors against the colored Only section to the Jena 6 and The Frost Nixon The contradiction The cross the crucifixion The loss we took for sinning On
steady....Speakin of hold it steady.... You can hold my nuts steady and then.... I can stick my dick in you like a machette...If you're a girl... If you
out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here You don't make out alive very often up in here I'ma speak on behalf
I copy? Look in to the mirror And it's you I see look at me Everything new Like it fresh from the factory Everything you do? It impact me Your lifestyle
that frost, that stone cold, that Steve Austin You can't get this shit for free but you can get it for a fee You can take her on a spree, finish up and
my cup and Playa Fly nigga what, and I love what you like but only if you like the right cause wrong aint keeping me tight and Im gonna step on some toes
Attention [Hook: Cee-Lo] She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Skeet Skeet) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on
Cee-Lo] She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on
from the pitch black And smear you on the wall like taff and watch you gasp If you bust me back I murder you wit a flock of bats Snap a six-pack, pass
Yo, uhh, you didn't see this one comin', did you? From the N.O. to the S.T.L. Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne Now, on a scale of one to ten, I've been rated
the palos Still you trying to act cool, but you should know You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever, you
anger on the paper Record it on tape Play it on the block On ya box While you get off rocks And down heavy swallows Of scotch white label Put it on the
Today, on the street In the metro, It's a melancholy day No one speaks Passing you by Wondering why Today, like any day Rolled out of bed Talked on
speak in code On all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me Oh yeah it's like the club in my hand It's your favourite brand And you've touched
Ron holds it down on the pitcher's mound I get my five-one-six on and I'm homeward bound Beastie Boys always on vacation Run DMC lost the motivation ODB's on