at a dance song, a really cool dance song I can't wait to hear the remix This song sounds like a dance song 'cause dance songs are cool now So get up
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talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a
swear you turn at least half asian And we 'bout to have a liason She cool, get head with her shades on You should just go and throw a cape on And it'
premiers (Is that Orlando Bloom?) Hear your songs on the radio Livin' two lives is a little weird But school's cool cuz nobody knows Yea you get to be a
a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet Yeah, straight to ya head give a n**** a mullet I'm a Cash Money
oh . . . You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie Why do
an exile Guess I ain't cool enough to fit in with the in crowd Is he such a bad dude? Look at all his tattoos Heard he got a temper, is it true he like
have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song I really
that Once I was free Once I was cool Once I was me And if I sat down And crossed my arms Hold me into This song Knock me out Smash out my brains If I take a
Japan! Look at all the lights! The food! The people! Wow! We're three cool white friends in Japan (Japan!) We've never been to Japan So we wrote a song
what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self protecta, don't know, bitch, and keep my hands on a-little-a bit a solo shit,
'm in it They make a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut
a suicide note and get a window on Nigga that's the type of shit we on Redrum, Redrum spin it back like a Missy song Take a cold heart to twist your
ya blazin' And I swear you turn at least half asian And we 'bout to have a liason She cool, get head with her shades on You should just go and throw a
own Go home write a song about how I did you wrong How I drink petron, and blow a lotta green And they?s playas on my team like b-la and cool beans
The more I die inside I try to not look when I see you out hanging with her I try to be cool as if seeing y'all don't hurts I try to pick a smile but
