with a nigga in the choice ride Listen to the CD's, I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie And when the
P it's your round Na it's your round Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round
It's a nice day, and the water's cool Spongebob's looking for something to do To earn money and stay out of trouble He built his own stand for blowing
elsewhere i aint had a hand out, no welfare all i had was cable and fresh prince of bel-aire we set up and go and greats way mirror they hatin, ray
Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you." -Chorus - -Prince
my panties off Knuckle and buckle em' nigga I ain't scared of y'all You wrestle this muscle thats gonna be your damn fault, yea Yow, I make screams like Prince Spray em' and
' Sirus is wasted yeah, just driving round the town pulled into a place on the west side when the poor oul' car broke down Into one bar then another and
slang out manuals, ha And they say I'm crazy For loving you For feeling you And maybe I'm a little crazy But they don't know All the things you do And
only lead to no good? And besides your sons and daughters Already know how that feels One day all the queens will gather 'round Spreading love and unity
Prince Charming Round and round, round we go The story's end, you never get to it There's no place like your home So click your heels three times and
came and took his life one night. He knew the game of fisticuffs. Lilly and McCoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds. In 1842 they went a hundred and
an impressive documentary For the news, for the news To the satellite And all we're left with is the black, black oil With a sense of pride and identity
This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in your eye To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply Is slainte mhath Princes in exile raising
screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast And too many
hour was the same old thing My mother buyin' me clothes from 1963 And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate I asked her for Adidas, and she bought
Yo jeff baby lets keep it ol skool Pump pump pump pump me up Haha Jazzy jeff and the fresh prince back together Now jeff look go ahead and warm that thing
And think of the summers of the past Adjust the base and let the alpine blast Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme and put your car On cruise and lay
it And think of the summers of the past Adjust the base and let the alpine blast Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme And put your car on cruise and lay