like, There she go (there she go) There she go (there she go) There go that motherfucker. [Verse 3:] (There he go)... I'm doin' my damn thaaang (There he go
, a four minute warning Sasha stands in his yellow cafe Yes, the heart of the city is here, so he tells me Sitting on his red leather sofa, he's rolling
near the car There was nothing there where it should have been Just oil on dirt and tar Just oil on dirt and tar There's nothing there in the market
night long) (Verse 3) hey yo i dont nagociate r&b chicks want me to pocreate that lame over there yeah i know he hate just because he got a safe, naw he
the way he drives anyhow Thainks he's God's gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip Well I know what he's gonna do now he's gonna take out The tape
know Everything that glitters is not gold Well, Old Red, he's getting older and last Saturday he stumbled But you know I just can't bear to let him go
right... Grantaire [mocking...] Red... Marius I feel my soul on fire! Grantaire Black... Marius My world if she's not there... All Red...
seems right! GRANTAIRE Red... MARIUS I feel my soul on fire! GRANTAIRE Black... MARIUS My world if she's not there! ALL Red... MARIUS The color
I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake And sunning beside it quaint shore When are you
sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
m so fly, so fly You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go) There go that
Down at the seaside we danced in the sand I fell in love with this good looking man We drank red wine in a little cafe And when he kissed me good night
there could be something I just thought I just ought to jump fighting the sport How you expecting to be heard when your mic is off I would love to go
, so fly You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go) There go that motherfucker
(feat. Red Cafe) [ad libs for the first 22 seconds] [Chorus: Red Cafe] Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one
I go to turn off my P-G-and-E Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there talkin crazy to me lookin
