it, glide Zig zag cross the floor Shuffle in diagonal When the drums hit hand on your hips One footed 180 twist And then a zig zag, step, slide Leaning left, clap three
was a little boy and became a man Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you
to drive those blues away I sent a letter to a man I know Said, "One for the money and two for the show" I wait all summer for his reply Said, "Three
Chorus: N.C. G Let's go out (let's go out) C In a Blaze of Glory G D All good things must end G
Willie boy Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushin' age seventy three Now there's only one place
those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one
Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E If
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah If you didn't know you know now, outkast, stankonia We shittin' on ery'body talkin' that bullshit Now Peter Piper picked
took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M O B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I N C I got two or three hoes for every
What you want What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin' you up on it Bling bling'n, on
want from a nigga? Really want.. What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought
Well I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the
(Intro) One, two, Bone is coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
yeah! Pump your fists up if you're with me. Let us be victorious, be victorious. Move out. Hut one, yeah. Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut. Silent
or three They had caught him (Jail ain't shit!) For manslaughter and murder in the first degree I haven't heard from him in about a month or two Until one
Bombay, You need some liquor we pourin? it all day, Lookin? for drama my niggas be wildin', Hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck hey. [Verse One
weed, it time to smoke it Keep that beat rollin', you see everybodys holdin' their own You know I gotta bust atleast two or three before I'm gone But there's always one
the sears tower, I was a pain in the smoke They found his body floatin the lake shore 8 holes filled up his body full of hot ones Shot one, two, three