be caught We're just gonna drive Scarves flying high No direction Just like Thelma and Louise Fears left behind Girls on a ride No cage Just like Thelma and Louise Music
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music
of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs What prayin
Ice-T come wid a different some-thang Comin out de ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music
and yours we dead we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die! we don't die we dead [Violent J:] Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like
, na, na, na Romeo: Oh man Half-Pint: They left, man, let's go Batman: Let's go man, let's go Half-Pint: Peace man Chorus (Repeat til music fades)
can't let you go, I need you On the other side On the other side I love you so and I'll never let you go On the other side!
skool love Chorus Verse 2 Ew babe, remember that Was the jam DJ is scratchin? (Go head just get it, get it) I'm cabbage patchin? Front, back, side to side
Z:] SWIZZIE Yes, Oooow Ma Wassup Be very different now hahaha Swizzie E'erybody, hovito I need e'erybody to put your hands up wave em side to side,
something I can move to Give me some of that funk Yeah Yeah Wooo Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Pulled up, at the red light Cutie popped up on my left side Window
fuck around get shot die anyday Niggas die every day all over bull shit dope money dice game ordinary hood shit Could this be cuz of hip hop music or
to my left eye Cuz look what a accident did to left eye First Aaliyah and now romeo must die I know a got angels watchin me from the other side [Chorus
Ain't Slept in Weeks (Ah-oh-oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin We Ain't Slept in Weeks [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Wordd... I can't feel the left side of my face Stressful
: [Voice: It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row and I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm the frozen feeling
: (Music: Thomas Kirschler) (Lyrics: AdMeyer) Sometimes there's a light in the dark of the night With the morning still lightyears away Just like magic
out of the pot And the team coming out at the top Your baddest or not, these niggas getting shattered or shot Splattered for props, man you should'nt've left
: *There are moments in life, Where time stands still, Clarity of thought, Knowing your will, The chaos around, Fades away, And all that's left is...*
shit about the Queen Though London girls aren't snobs at all and Brighton's lovely in the Fall Left alone to drive ourselves on the opposite side Man