' Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin' it Maybach so big you can dance in it Jigga lil' nigga fuckin' with the baddest chicks Got your girl lookin' at you
if you wit' me let me know, (why?) Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) "You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time Gotta set the
, if you wit' me, let me know (Why?) Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) You boys for real, you fakin at the same time Gotta set the game
When you wanted me to critique your rhyme It just was all right Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal I punch you
could be the one you cling to I ask you for you number maybe I can ring you Six months later when I'm sick my baby bringin' me food Hang with the fellas
hating holmes, I understand Now watch me ball, stay in the stands Now why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Now why you mad? Why you mad
When we do the do to you so go call your crew And who, wants to compete with Techniec Conflict will be verbal So watch how you speak And what you say
- Yo, all my niggas who independent (Throw your hands up with me) All my niggas who gettin' paper (Throw your hands up with me) All my niggas who keeps it gravy (Throw your
somersault All that platinum shit you bought? Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky Next time you see me, address me
, this is all so clear All the things I've lost, all the people I hurt All the times I lied, all the moments wasted All I never did, all the dreams I
, what will be your fate? Little Tom, will you be someone great? Do you know right from wrong, are they teaching you at home? Or have they turned you
all your fault you bad dad, Robby: You know what son? Jackson: Yeah dad? Robby: You got nerve! (Miley walks out) Robby: There she is!six ancorres
all your fault you bad dad! Robby: You know what son? Jackson: Yeah, dad? Robby: You got nerve! (Miley walks out) Robby: There she is! Six enchoors!
You look just like Mona Lisa, baby Have you got somethin' up your sleeve? You got your arms folded and your legs propped up Oh, I must say, you're lookin
must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear we're here for chess -- are the U.S.? How can you make such a claim? [MOLOKOV] If your man'
i! ALL Lady justice, hear my plea 'Cause the big dollhouse The big dollhouse The big dollhouse Ain't big enough for me! For me! For me! EDNA For me
no other Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight? You late
' Hard liquor, couple sips an' I'm passin' it Maybach so big you can dance in it Jigga, lil' nigga, fuckin' with the baddest chicks Got your girl lookin' at you