I touch down in Atlanta with the dangerous crew Grab the microphone, spit this game at you It never ends, I just keep goin' Pimps keep pimpin', hoes keep
Gotti) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) No lie (Mon E. G.) Its tha (Mon E. G.) Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Intro: Some way, when these 2 Americans stepped on the moon The people of this world were brought closer together And it is that spirit, the Spirit of
(Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch
(Radio talk intro) Venga mi gente, senoras y senores latinos del mundo, ya tu sabes... esta nena que deje yo porque sabes que yo quiero la tire a la
time will tell if we gotta use em' Ain't lookin' for stack but if we got into it Then we gotta do it, nigga, ha, ha, mobster anthem for life
, I know you're so damn proud, The baby that you used to kiss, I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist. HEY, this is not another teenage anthem
Music: John Joseph Woods English Lyrics: Thomas Bracken Maori Lyrics: Thomas Henry Smith God of nations at thy feet In the bonds of love we meet. Hear
hey honey, you were given feet to dance with. say sugar, you were given hips to sway. so steal a kiss, and lose yourself with me tonight... raise your
We don't believe in god or jesus christ anymore We don't need colleges to validate our lives anymore We don't need twelve steps to show us how weak we
I know that they're inside me Waiting to multiply And I want them out of there I've got a butcher knife I'll keep cutting 'til I find them 'Cause I want
Claire Monet I heard someone say It's been so long since the last time I heard her name I learned a lot from her Yeah she was singular The one day she
I'm in a dream because everything seems Like it's moving through some kind of fog I try to explain but the words come out strange And I don't know what
Susie's bugging me again I better take my ritalin I'm about an inch away from smacking her She wants to tell me what to do I'm really not in love with
I wanna tell you what's on my mind And i wanna bill you for wasted time And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix And wasted spit I left there upon
Everything around me is turning into shit And I don't know what to do Everyone I know is having a fit 'Cause I haven't got a clue I don't know who I am
Well she's a thrift store girl Yeah she's a beautiful loser She'll switch price tags for me Sometimes meet me for coffee And I don't think she does that