Nothing to do in the city Can't get nothing to eat it's only 2am All the girls they look in the body They don't know nothing and I gotta get out Get
Since she's gone, she's gone and left me crying I'm a sucker for this game, she's running all over town with her cheating and her lying Now I'm sitting
the weeks at end tonight's the night well it's the weekend so come on alright party party party party for a good time stand in no line for the best
[1st Verse] You gotta walk that walk You gotta talk that talk You gotta be that girl In the toughened world Come , now cut me so fast [Chorus] Pirate
I've been waiting on you I've got the feeling that's right And by the look on your face, everything's in place I'm gonna meet you tonight, I'm gonna
Running around,stop fussing you, Everybody's talking,nobody's walking, Hanging around and around, So come on, come on Come on, come on I don't know
Flyin high in the sky I got my ripped soul baby Goin down on you, goin down on you Xray vision Seein right on thru And there ain't nothin that your god
much . " She says , " Well , I'm gonna go uptown . Ready or not ! " And she did her ,ew And she showed me what she got [Chorus] Show me what you got [x6
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
[Intro:] Ohh Heh! (2x) Ohh Ohh Ehh! (7x) [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Yo! I?m tryin not to wear three X?s no more It?s ok Kardinal stand 6a??4 You can
I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin' watch Wore steel gray, lexus, gs-4
him one See, Gee was a homie from a long time ago When I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4 I used to sell dope with him, even went to jail
and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
'chu think I'm jokin' homie? Blue rims, yeah the coupe's Crip walk Certified platinum think I'd rather make hits? Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip
know it's easy to see That 4, 4, 4, 4, we gon' blow up the show And it goes 1, 2, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock (With the crew) 5, 6, 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock (Interview
AND FOUND THEIR TWENTY-SIX-YEAR-OLD BROTHER DANGLING UPSIDE DOWN FROM THEIR CEILING OVER A GIANT ROBOT MADE OUT OF SODA BOTTLES, IT?D BE WEIRD. SPENCER
in your chest seven days a week And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your
