one I just wanna have a little fun So I'm begging you Please man, don't call the police, man I didn't mean to cause a scene Make anyone man For goodness
to ya More profit for your greedy ass No one to split the grip wit ya Common sense will keep you safer than vests LA streets will make your guts
That go by three initials, so they try to discredit they'll dog you With an edit, print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make 'em regret
A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And
to 103 A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So, Cyrus Jones live forever Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it
cheese, catch sub-zero freeze And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants Have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have, Hollywood niggas make
Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know I'ma make
a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom
Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil
tryin' come up in this world, 'cause it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better
) I really do got a reason I'd like to grab you by the hair And drag you to the devil I never know why I push you Just to, just to confuse you I make
(verse 1) I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far
can back it Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang, boom bang The sound makes your brains wet With 'The Color Purple' on a freight train The devil
it won't be long 'til she's convinced that I'm her man The one that's gon' take her away [Nelly] Yo, yo, yo Hey yo it's three in the mornin and the party
the wheel And daughters, get diamonds the size of their age, ya (Ooo) One year get one carat, two years get two carats Three years get three carats,
hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your rock (Terror Squad) Aiyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers That dominate the Devil tryin' to make
back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck with 'em I'ma shit every time that I hear bang, bang And make