I'm with that All my niggaz if you with me Yea, I see you, holla All my bitches, if you're with me Yea, I see you, holla Holla at me now, c'mon Yea,
really cant let u go and even if we never get it back u c u can still come and holla at me holla holla holla holla at me yea yea holla at me me
* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen
Uh, huh I don't wanna get the best of you Yo, yo (Put it on me) I can't let let him go, no (Na, yeah, I just wanna get what's left of you) Can't let
Go where you want to Do the things you feel Walk around with a broken leg And a hundred-dollar bill Get yourself a pistol Get yourself a dog Stay up
Once again you sought the light But all you got was empty In other ways you searched for your dreams - in reality When thoughts are spinning high above
ooh ay ay ooh ay ay ooh ay ay its akon and ugkayyy and ugkayyy and ugkayyy its akon that girl she got me the way she movin in place bendin over spreadin
Capture the spirit of adversity Be sure to put the lid on tight and watch it carefully Sew shut the mouth of the river slut The entrance to a place discussed
This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly
Common fortune seeks us all And slips our binding rings We'll turn our heads and make us reel We'll bare our arms as wings Before our feet a feather
Eyes from the tree Take me down the way Red riders of the dark Help me through this maze Do you know, mister, of this place? Do you know, mister? No
Remix Baby Lean Clap If you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa Cell phone or pager If you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at
To you, I'm all I've left undone I'm all I haven't won Lift me up, my soul's so hollow Lift me up You take the breath you didn't make What's left you
She draws the costume correct In thick, black and red eyeliner Yeah, she's too young for the club But the guys at the door don't mind her The boys are
do justice to the way I feel for you So I have to sing a song about all the things I knew My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river
Hate my family, hate my school Speed limits and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American