better the ride! Suckers talk, but I never reply Don't hate, cause I've never been a confederate guy So when I die, I look God dead in the eye He said
point to prove hungry but i don't wanna have my cake and eat it too and it's not that i ain't feelin you i'm leaving us, I aint leaving you and you call
lazy eye Everybody let's take off Our fancy pants tonight (Fancy, fancy, you're so fancy) (Fancy, fancy, you're so fancy) Grab those tight And lacy bottoms Don't leave
your hot stuff Got to have your love tonight Ooh yeah I want you back Ooh yeah I want you back I remember the love in your eye When you took my hand
, mammy's on the floor Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, miss fatty I'm electrified, got my eye
there's a tension in the air Of something unresolved I can smell it in your hair So step down (step down) Look around (look around) You could leave it
the things we like to do The next time I come home I'll stay (girl yeah yeah) I hear you calling I've gotta get back home I'll never leave again I
throttle You like fuckin' fashion models? That only waddle with cats that flash stacks Or squabble with niggas that flash gats Then squirt hot pellets out their nozzles And leave
a soul die, plus you the man lookin' too fly (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye,
problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye
Baby (baby) I know your not use to this type But if you want to be in my life Baby (baby) Better treat me like the apple of your eye I leave it
still livin' with your goodbye And you're just goin' on with your life How can you just walk on by without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the
still livin' with your goodbye And you're just goin' on with your life How can you just walk on by Without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the
., A.K. and a M-16 A 12 gauge street sweeper with the circular clip Quick to let projectiles fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry, bull's eye I cramp
God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M. Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform,
with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his eye
[Chorus: Nelly] (She's so fly) She's outrageous, I met her out in Vegas She fresh off the pages of a magazine, I said (She's so fly) She like eye candy
