wrote this note, I'll read it once. I feel like giving up" The boys around here don't respect a thing at all. The boys around here don't respect
And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about the game and nothin' else You come out here, you better
hoes) And bitches [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Too $hort)] Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around
C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age Two young boys
do what we do Here's to you It's the girls in the front row singin' (Here's to you) It's the boys with the wheels that bring them (Here's to you) There
Me on a mission, y'all dug fresh dirt out the ground Lookin' for the treasures in life A bambino picket fence around the residence I wore these shackles here
rhyme And make my career take a incline, I'm strick with knives, straight with razors, Good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah) Been around the
a job, say, 'I do' and settle yourself down But what about those of us whose lives are still spinnin' around Tell me what's so great about picket fences
day That Old Man Atom is here to stay I'm gonna stick around and that's for true But, ah, my dearly beloved, are you? So listen folks, here is my thesis
." Mr. Chasen: "No, I'll just.. I'll just get your frisbee." Momma: "All right baby." Mr. Chasen: "Here you go." Momma: "Thank you. Thanks. Thank Mr. Chasen, boys!" Boys
hang nigga maybe you should gang bang You wanna get wit us but you can't hit us cause it's a dayton thang He cuts some booties but his boys are steady
Took off her shirt like it was nothin' at all, oh, oh what a picture Everyone assumed she'd been drinkin' When she pointed to her shoulders And said, "Boys, here
And just like that you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about the game, and nothin else You come out here, you better
' bitches, check it out Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches Yeah man, you can call me federal Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here
and rip rhymes And make my career take an incline I'm strict with knives, straight with razors Good with grenades and great with gauges Been around the
whole world knows the sun is so hot 'cause you got soul, we got soul Yo, I play the crystals, shoot missles all around the world Spread the love like heat rash my boys
-boys with small faces And we crashin' them Ferraris like y'all hate me Pharrell I think it's Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it must be me Somethin' hot in here
