We're dressing up to please the scene, and selling out so you can sing along Our faces cover magazines We might last long with the make-up on But open
13 year olds control the remote And Ashley's got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on
I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening It's the king nigga Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
the world If you feel this, come, holla at me, I need them girls Them cute and sexy girls from all over the world If you feel this, come, holla at me,
Dedicated to all my niggas up North Dedicated to the dirty South of course Dedicated to all my niggas on the East Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts
rhymes, sip white wine and let my light shine Out the dark space, with the world on my mind like Scarface though my sex drive like a car chase More than
back) Girl, I know you like it like that (Like that) From the east to the west (From the east) To the west (To the west) She likes the tattoo on my
still rolls Cops come to the shows and yall know how it goes Verse 4: J-SPLIF Its a jungle in this building from the window to the wall (wall) Turn the music up lets rock the party cuz its on (on
represent your side North, south, east to the west side Put this on a boat and ship it world wide North south east to the west side North, south, east
Ride on, ride on, Lion, ride on Walk down the river 'cuz the river don't run Same thing make you laugh, make you cry That's why what goes around comes
boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred S driving with hand on trigger
throw some'in' on a grill when you come back Might can take a trip to the 'Ville And in fact we can all get loose on the porch And of course, hit Church
only coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans But would ever consider dancin' with the devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on
light Come get your mojo hey Come back fat as a rat All the way down the east coast Get ready Get ready Get-get-I tore all the way down the east coast
grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic lyricists are driving on the hunt tonight i'm haling from the Essex and the East London
gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by Paranoid, we drive by till
you savor I can do you the favor Just as long as you share with your neighbor Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing But on the west coast
