pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five
right here Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt Smooth FM, you know how we do, come on Wave ya hand in the air like this Mami, wave ya hands in the air
right about now, yeah The dance floor is packed and all that Everything lookin' glory, I see asses I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
, now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home They can stay the night You don't have to go home You can stay right here, put one in the air While we
O'Neal) No long shot, chest pass when the balls hot (Trigga) Winners ingredients slow it up be obedient Learning something, close attention might earn you something
own piece of this earth (I got to have it!) For everything life is worth (I got to have it!) I got to have it in the 2 triple o It's either work nine to five
Whenever your at the club and dance to rap or acid Come on get with it. That's it. Throw your hands in the air. Scream go! go! go! Rock and roll will
God said, "Let us make man in our image According to our likeness Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea Over the birds of the air, over the
all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred
grow From the thoughts that I find within them On a midnight voyage Searching for my pleasure Reaching with my mind for something I've dreamed (Reaching with your mind for something
went out To have something to eat. This is what he's doing. (**) All the nerve! 30 minutes before you're on air And this bloke leaves you there alone
Jack of Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something funny goin' on, I know, I can just feel it in the air" He
funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air
Jack of Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air"
line, the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled
Shady after math! Ok! Let's go! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, Five, four, three, two, one! [Chorus:] Uhuuu, I got the pocket full of money, My city goes
Well I'd snap to attention If I thought that you knew the way I'd open my mouth If I had something smart to say I bought a stack of books I didn't read
'm not the type to cry It's four a.m. I'm standing by the bed where you lie Sleeping the sleep of the newborn I put [my] finger to your lips. Warm air. Five