sick write about drunk chicks falling in and out of love where did all the good songs go? if you find one let me know scream if you love it or hate it you want it
nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you
with the same coke You can catch us cruisin' all on a ship Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a bitch How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey
you love My heart goes out to the feens, trying to stay clean Keep your head, keep on striving, you will succeed And when you feel, you've got those days, where you
chances together while hippies do acid rain dances right in front of me. I want my hair cut, I want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I
's on me to charm you Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you See if I can get you off this barstool We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes
you want, what you really really want I'll tell you what I really really want So tell me what you want, what you really really want I want an... an...
beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac You're more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle I'm set
I wanted it She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the reebok now she jock Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell Had to check myself as well love
you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy How you do? Get out the car, lemmie see you Now what's your name? Star Body was bizarre, yo Star Where you
to zinc Plus, expensive like a Roman mink, now think An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what you wanna rhyme? Deep bring 600 ABC, through the love white hate line I'm telling you
m the type of stars and stripes you know what I?m saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you?ll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you understand
you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you understand that nigga, say I'm lying, think it's a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga
magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle I'm set
you jeer From Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veer Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two leaders
much I want to be up in it And I know you ain't had no dick in a minute Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in
I wanted it she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok Now she jock Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell Had to check myself as well love
