That's right Right, right right I know you love me, I'm like a habit But if you had a million dollars, could I have it? If I was broke and starvin',
Yeah we ridin', yeah (Short Dawg) We ridin', just bounce wit me (Short Dawg) Here to play the game Yeah Whatch'all gonna do? And we ridin' (Short Dawg
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes 'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz Niggaz trippin' and
[Lil' Jon] Yea, yea, e-YEAHHHH! O-kayyyyyy - what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH
[Intro/Chorus: Lil' Jon (repeat 2x)] Quit hatin motherfucker, quit hatin! Quit hatin pussy nigga, quit hatin! God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH God damnit MOTHERFUCKAHHH
[Singin':] This hit aint no joke, Oh no Dont ya know, Dont ya know Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke Dont ya
the mic and start rappin' Make that money keep stackin' I made a new album, fourteen times Hoes screamin' out Too Short keep rhymin' I got rich screamin' bitch, my favorite
the lazy days Those were never good enough 'Cause there's something about you But I can't put my finger on it It's so hard to forget you You're my favorite
I used to have Peace, serenity, teaching divinity Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we fittin' to be
delicious My favorite flavor (Mix me and you and we can't go wrong) Like caramel on vanilla sundae Have a scoop, you'll want some day 'Cause you're my favorite
you lay me down beside you? Tell me all the things I long to hear Like that was your favorite year Like that was your favorite year 'Cause that was my favorite
the name of Clinton Sparks) JD: Get, get, get, get, get your *** on the dance floor Clinton Sparks: (and tonight, I'M GONNA BE YOUR FAVORITE DJ) DJ
few of my favortite things [Saigon] Your favorite color...black Favorite music...rap Favorite jail...Nap', it taught me how to scrap Favorite gun...Glock Favorite
loving And still found a way in which she maintained all the while That was her faith, that was her favorite style That was her favorite style
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you had was like a castle made of sand? Why don?t you open up your hand and hold on tight? What if everything was wrong and no one knew your favorite
Oh, this is my favorite cage It grows up around me like silver strands Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage To cradle my heart like a bird in your hand
I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ [Bun B] Lights