got you in the zone, put your hands in the air See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place And I'll pull another playa's parts bags Send searchin
hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side" You were so full of yourself But damn, were you cute, as well I packed my bags, I liked your
(feat. Nelly) Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to
Z-Ro, Z-Ro... [Z-Ro] 24 up in this game, and I don't own a damn thang Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain Dealing with insanity,
fish in it Cause the real ones died, from the kick box bitch [Hook x2] [Jay'Ton:] Jay'Ton, pull up in a Lac cocked up 22 inch chrome, bags popped up
Buck, Queen Latifah and Keyshia Cole) [Intro: Keyshia Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags
4 side Can u picture it? Matter fact picture you and me living it. [Hook] I know I'm just a youngin' But girl I'm in a good groove, right zone I just
(feat. Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on, and
But I still thank God for the little I got [Chorus] I don't stop rapping to the musical beat And I'm in the mood to turn you on In the groove thats
I love smokin weed I love smokin weed I love smokin weed Ain't no puzzle where ma mind is at I roll ma jays and ma ladies kinda fat Pullin weed outta bags
I guess I'm darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared to go in, Boo! I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls
got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in
Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E] It's summertime, and I feelin' so good Wake up in the morning with the player's groove The weather is hot, and I'm
Feelin It, Yeah Hey [Verse 1: Different Person] It's Summer Time And I'm Feelin' So Good, Wake Up In The Mornin' With The Player's Groove, The Weather
the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, chick boom, the bass went On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement Groove
that are our employees they need to be catered, got their own nice bus they got worthy lives thanks to us And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags