(Michael Bolton/Doug James)) For the first time in such a long time I've been feeling there's some reason To hold on through the night And for the
you they gon' good night you with Shit, thats' only half if they like you That aint even the half what they might do Don't believe me, ask Michael See
[Lil Wayne Chorus] She got that good good she michael jackson bad im attracted to her for her atractive ass She got that good good she michael jackson
Yeah, she got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her For her attractive ass She got that good, good She Michael Jackson bad I'm
should call him August I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling If rap was Harlem, I'd be James
haven't blown your mind' 'Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind' I do the hustle like Russell, Rush the stage with Simmons Deadly venom, makes me Poison like Michael
Chorus) X2 You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that?s forty-two Call that pick, that James
get crunked on get stomped out If u hatin on my team u can get stomped out Get stomped out, get stomped out [Verse:1] Now the kid is back, I'm not Michael
phone extension Not to mention I ripped up four tickets to the Grammy awards I had pasta with my new team and my roster Agents beware, I'm talkin' to Shaq behind the Lakers back Michael
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael
guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael
who stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
By Tyketto (Music For Nations, 1994) B-side of the "The End Of The Summer Days" single Written by Danny Vaughn, Michael Clayton, Brooke St.James and
Venice All the way to Fullton to Saint James, L.A. to BK Young Rome and I?m serious Born hustler more clever then my nemesis Pop bottles like I?m Michael
still and sing So Kenny Chesney keep your hat on Quit trying to get down You don't see Brad Paisley sugar footin like James Brown (Hey...I want to
