Nintendo Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby Me an' 40 Water in the big body Mercedes Four hundred
it's hard to be a girl these days I'll tell you all the reasons girl, gotta look good in every season just ask yourself this girl, who are you pleasin
the percussion factor of forever, if you must count To keep the beat then count Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious Curve you circles counterclockwise
standing there and I know What it takes to make a show 'Cause who wants to be ignored? Who wants to be alone? I'll give you one, two, three, four You
, in singsong voice: "Oh, welcome. Oh, welcome To our little play. We're ever so glad You could join us today To praise the four seasons That make up
I don't know who you are Don't know who you want to be When I carbonate the test tube Then you won't see me I got a twin cab diesel combo It takes me
I can do to hear Anytime you see me you should stand clear You see me in my lincoln, in the clubs drinkin' Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin' You
how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin' Mad drug dealin' mad caps peelin' I do my thing drink a Budweiser And I seen more Busch than Dan Anheiser Twist the caps of you
hands up if you Montreal City, I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City, Put Ya hands up if you Montreal City, I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City
listen yo how many brothers tears have shed by my people for over four hundred years how many times have you lied cheated acted conceited didn't needed you
You might be the next one to get ripped you jacker! You better not tell the captain I might accidentally shoot you with the mack 10 at target practice
hate folks who think reindeer are cute To me they're just something to shoot I hate love, I hate you, I hate me Well I'm a snowmobile stealing No 'tis the season
Why you had to leave me this way I love you till this day All I wanna see is big booties and big titties and all sexy lingerie You don't like me,
the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. (Ali) Peace, to my cousin Trife
Come all you lads and lasses, I'd have you give attention To these few lines I'm about to write here, 'Tis of the four seasons of the year that I shall
it!!!) This is one of those, A1-Yola raps... Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind... [Verse 1] When you up all night You see things you
years old And now I'm 22, I love money (Ooh) Backseat of the jeep, you need that (Who do you love?) Baby repeat that (Who do you love?) You need to keep