die nigga, can you handle the weight? Ain't no room for bustaz, ain't no room for fakes Ride or die nigga, can you handle the weight? [Cablez] Ain't
Even when shit get heavy, dog we on top J-T and you know the kid Cablez We make moves that these niggaz cant handle [Chorus x2: Cablez] It ain't nuthin
Here we go, come with me There's a world out there that we should see Take my hand, close your eyes With you right here, I'm a rocketeer Let's fly Up
Don't look now I saw you dancing on that speaker box Girl, what's your name? I see you texting on that BBM Can we exchange? I got two glasses at my
Hook Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, in my ride, like Three 6 Now
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? (8x) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? No lines we just walk up to the front Dirty girls are my flavour of the month
talk about it If heaven is on the way If heaven is on the way You in the sea, on a decline Breaking the waves Watching the lights go down Letting the cables
Girl, I wonder where you are So I close my eyes and dream about you, baby And I wonder do you feel Me a million miles away 'cause I've been needing To
cable TV (Cable TV) A cable TV (Cable TV) Well, if you need to find me you know where I'll be Watchin' my cable TV, yeah Watchin' my cable TV 'Cause I love my cable
Girls on the dance floor, stereotypes Girls on the dance floor Girls on the dance floor Girls on the dance floor I see you chillin' by the bar Why don
Cherry, cherry, boom, boom Yeah, yeah, up all night feeling like a [Incomprehensible] Living in a nightmare, looking for a dream I wanna live so free,
Air, air Air, air Air, air Air, air I never let love in, I left it on the dresser I never let love leave an impression But like a fingerprint now I found
We can get together Now I don't usually do this But I ain't myself tonight I wanna drink a lil mo, mo Forget it all, all And dance till I'm dead, dead
I bet you wake up in the morning and you kiss yourself Cause I would, if I was you. I bet you show up to the club and just dance with yourself Cause I
Dancin' like there's No one else in the room Try that dance for two After dark it's like She's someone else FM, hey girl, Mo-Mo-Mohombi It's not a question
Modem load and fail-safe Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network
Written by Steven Wilson [instrumental]
A Cabos Carol (words by Vanna Bonta sung to Deck the Halls) Deck the feast with hot tamales! Fa la la la la, en chi la da.
