children of the sun And open your eyes, now is the time Reach for the light, children of the sun It's our battle cry - we are one! We are one! We can
A turn of a card may decide file or death You better take this lesson from me Some have it all, then a roll of the dice Can take them for everything Night
me roar and I'm much too big to ignore And I know to much to go back everyday 'Cause I heard it all before and I've been down there on the floor No one
which one's gonna control me? 'Cause I wanna be your one and only You know I love women, which one's gonna control me? 'Cause I wanna be your one and
right (Chorus) im a maniac a maniac eh so crazy how i act when i fall in love im a maniac a maniac eh gotta know if you down for me before i move one
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
in here! Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners Too much booty for one man to handle When all I need is a one night scandal And I?ma
Talkin bout my baby Cause we always breaking the mold Talkin bout my baby We don't need no secret code The way you love me down Got me goin around I think
to see the show baby gon? and make the water fall She know I?m the one to call when she want that good shit She know I?m the one to call when she wants
This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see
nothing When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live by the code
But oh, but List Christee disagrees She sees into the core of my poor machine I'll tell you what she sees Frightened cornered Gemini tactics And attempts to crack the party code There's one
been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like
been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like
in Linz's kid, Armani suits Fresh fruits, vally boots, and Benzs Countin' up, smokin', one cuff Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt Fuck it, steam about a hundred and one
shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my shirt Gucci boots on, I trap in the dirt Get money everywhere I go G code, G code
can't roll a blunt to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one