My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
go Where Marilyn still dancin' with Dimaggio And Juliet with Romeo And the name of the place is love They put their hearts into a song But hit parades
Looks like you had one of those God awful days Like someone dropped some serious rain on your parade hey hey you looked around and you were all alone
Hit the floor, then once more I?m still here And it?s all true And it?s all true We don?t need Any kind of big parade Just this once, a little serenade
jive The artist must survive We've got all we need we cried And don't look back And thinking we had it made Poised for the hit parade Knee deep in accolades
your mouth open looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts champed play along, safe inside me it doesnt matter what you think you no-floats, and row boats when u hit
that i make you act, Its a basic fact, ''You had my love now I'll take it back,' I'll beat you for saying that, Hit you with a baseball bat and take
you weary from the everyday This is the answer with the vibes now for the modern age Music magic for the people a de latest craze Heard it on the Hit Parade
feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin' Had to leave my bitch 'cuz I fell in love with my chrome plated woman I love my wood wheel Grant, '84
long to be You're at the top of, never drop of, my hit parade You are so near, so loud and clear, you are my radio You're love is always on the airwaves
do to rap what the mona lisa does to the frame Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio Played it wise, hit
of time As though by some chance I could recreate Eden Apple pie? Lovely! My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun In the hit parade of self interest
Did it feel any good? Did it hit you like it should? Was I on your mind? Was I on your mind? Were the lights in your eyes? Did reflections leave you
Check me out, I fell in love with the hatred Love being hated Ya'll should already know as much as I state it Niggas ain't thinkin, drunk or sedated I
many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me (See ya) That's why I love to go on tour G Scores
body Make em all scream my name out gimmie my props and don't ya love how this Thug nigga beat up the cock Im at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel
Because you are never changing Though you fell out of fashion And you never gonna made the cover Of a rag like hit parader I could never love another
don't kill you that's what it'll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love