Explodes inside You feel your soul Is set on fire There's something De-de-de-de-oh De-de-de-ay-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh When the moon has lost it's clothes
alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wetted Dawns regret Never the walk miles for love I sit at starters deck It just happens I was
This seems so hypnotic, smoke and mirrors, lights and magic Paper faces in gold There's soldier boys, beauty queens, everyone's a mystery It's got me
rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood it's over But it's cool We just keep it goin and make new
Don't say you see Cos you'd forgotten what it's like to be And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree Christ's advice ain't never as it seemed When
stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it
greatest America's Sweetheart, Ms. Reba McEntire (Yeah, yeah, how you doin', Andy?) We 'bout to take it to the top Hit 'em, Reba [Kenan:] Haters in my face
it for love If you're not willin' to give it all you got If you're not in it for life, if you're not in it for love Let me make it clear to you my dear
For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous, you heard of us Official Queens bridge
crime family who got 'nuff shots to share For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nose bone You all alone
Queen Bee, baby Pray that you may be left on your own Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you, uh, uh, uh But the queen bee's never gonna be alone
it when she say It's cool, I got it, I got it, I got it I love it when she say It's cool I got it, I got it, I got it I love her 'cause she got her
have spent the span of twenty lives Compared to just my one So get off my back, all you slanderers Just leave me alone Put your nose back on your face Where it
generosity I took all that I could, it was free Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered paint It?s a room I?m renovating, it?s
50 Cent Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like ain't nuttin' to it, the way we do it Now e'rybody put your fuckin
that attacks the hunter It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I (Wanna be good to you) Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack theme, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain
