click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please Look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army band
for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward
Guero where you going? Que onda guero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan Soccer ball instant replays mango ladies Vendedoras at a bus stop Sing a banda
The right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.] Old man johnson got his head in his hand Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
that steel guitar And find yourself a lady And dance right where you are And the band it just kept playing As she came walking in And he never stopped
suit, Louie V flip flops Got a bad bitch, her hair and nails tip top Jeremih got the game on a slipknot Just before the stacks, I got rubber bands Consumers
Slam danced to a rockin' band And when she winked, I gave that girl a hug In the tunnel of love You'll never know how good it just can feel 'Til it stops
fine How I love to hear you whine Hey Lucy Hey Ricky You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night Stop
Krayzie: I say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, bock rock, body rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops
softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level They can't stop me
it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me
's your name I don't wanna tell you the same ol' thing Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop, I can do this all night shorty I don't wanna stop I need
you on a wonderful little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature songs of many colors, and flags of lots of nations And the first stop
it It was me, it was Beezy I made the shit look easy Yellow diamond watch, yeah that shit is so freezy Shoutouts to my fans, they know I be throwing bands
deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on
my bass I crank my bass I crank my dance I crank my dance If you gon? hate If you gon? hate I crank these hands I crank these hands Don?t stop Don?t stop