fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Shorty No Mas] Can I kicks it? I kicks it for the others so I kick it for you I gotta nag
the bed we did it on I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's, 'Let's Get it On' Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin
green like cucumber skin Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer Then, drugs and mac-10's Hugs from fake friends, make ends, they hate you Be broke, girls
s Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup In
rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll
stole your mom's birth control pills You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange New eyeliner
you can't trace Your girl staring in my face at 7,000 feet Turbo jets in the cockpit You flock with weak kids on the block with For protection I'll
her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man, it's over man, it;s over man [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on
lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it's platinum Slow your growth Stop
diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man It's over man, it's over man Oh, is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on
clique I make ya money disappear like a magic trick A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl
at school When most n*** had a nine to five s*** On the block we makin' nine to five grand Each day, yeah, we got cheap, yeah My n*** on lock, they call me on
don't stop Legit ballers bendin' up the block Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin' B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run,
ya shoes It's the blues, but not on hill street You could call it, kill or be killed street Lost a pint of blood, let it spill street Stop and wake up
when they start bitchin, Like, "he said it, and he said it", What the funny shit about it (yo) They both gettin get it, Do you head it? It's a lot fish
live without you Now, that I made it, it feel real good Take you out the hood Put you on B and the block In the middle of the woods And it hard as it
silent, I was scared to do this song But I want everyone aware of what is going on Yes, it is jazz and yes it is the blues And yes it is the exact same