[Chorus - X2] (Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too (Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too (Fuck you) Nigga fuck you too Nigga F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. [Too $hort] You finna get
lose and ooze like ointment into a deconcentration I scrape you and your scab-ass crew up like vaxitration and if you're 6-9, 280, tryin' to get ill I'll have my man Shaquille O
-E double L for me I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E Watch him smile he thinks it's Christmas or his fifth birthday Cause he thinks C-U-S-T-O
L for me Oh, I wish that, we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E Watch him smile He thinks, it's Christmas or his fifth birthday And he thinks, C-U-S-T-O-
's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy
O.C., stop From Tower to ma an' pop, we move out the stop R.O.C., stop We shower your mom, block an' move out with glocks R.O.C., stop R.O.C., mom, block
down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up R, realest niggas puttin' it down O
[Verse 1: Pocket Change] Pocket Change !!! Nigga I'm the best I'm Ready to start a motherfucking slugfest I got my crew with me we shuttin you down dont
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold him Born the king of angels O come let us adore him O
.c.o D.i.s.c.o D.i.s.c.o D.i.s.c.o she is disco she is disco she is disco she is Ooooo she is Ooooo D.i.s.c.o D.i.s.c.o D.i.s.c.o D.i.s.c.o D.i.
be rockin' with my disco. D.I.S.CO, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O. D.I.S.CO, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O, D.I.S.C.O.
smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin' crack boom bam R O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A. R O C K in the U.S.A., yeah, yeah
su ey mu de su ey mu de odori-mashou kitto tabun ima no uchi hiyake ga niau o-toshigoro V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N moriagaru doyoubi konnani nandaka nombiri dekiru
Are you willing to choose what I have in my mind? Say it loud, with a voice of no reason in mind I suppose this question will be answered And I suppose
your own way They'll get you in the end then you'll pay 'Cause O.C. life is not the life for me Stupid little girls, oppressed society O.C. life is not
There is a place, it has a face And he was walking out the door His mother said, she was ashamed ?Cause he had no place to go He was afraid and I was
'know how this go (Yo, yo, yo, yo) Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat 'o
There was a time when the seas were yet to be crossed and mountainsides yet to be touched by man and words still written by a human hand The simplicity
