a Summer Breeze My best girl by my side Lost in love on a starry night When all I want are the simple things And All I've got, Is Everything Well I've got everything
m telling you it's time, time Time Time Time Time Girl, you always set me on fire We're gonna do it tonight Girl, you gonna take me much higher Where everything
down the block and found a little kitty friend (his name is Patches) Thank God Jodi finally got her braces, wow, what a pain (you know how teenagers are) And to know that Doug
got to war for mines and that's word to everything Know what I mean, daddy gon' make the cash cream Whether fast or slow my son know about the dough You
the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass. Aw fuck You wanna get jumped chump punk? Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you, own you
Turnin' lane, wit the foot up on the left What we did out here smokin [Verse 2: Kaos] I'm that nigga that's blowin up the spot, makin everything hot
as Liberacce You don't believe me? Nigga, watch me Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home Tell em you saw Mase in _Rolling Stone_ holdin
And look up to broke peeps who hold mics now Play the role, reverse and understand Your friend with no dough might be closer to earth Take the pressure
G G G G G G G-Unit [Eminem] Here we go again [50 Cent] Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You can't understand how I get my dough 50
make you moan as my bone turn brick like stone Whether you're single we can mingle as you jingle Swing low, with the black Mandingo I be the dough money
up to camden All the way from North Faringdon I'm gonna make sure I'll be tired and i realise that's inticing the right to One stone so An' too much dough
!) Hoes and 4 wheelers by the villas out in mexico! {DAMN! } I love the dough! - X and O! - G mackin', steppin' slow Bro, you a stepping stone, I'm known
steady dippin Candy paint drippin and these axels want a sippin As I shake like a dice game Cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockin like a rollin stone
dine but this microphone I'm hogging it Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control Like a baker I'm getting this dough Another country, another
men's Not one or two clips I stretch ten My weapons my game, my world, and mind alone And you couldn't be hard if you wrote your rhymes with stone
, before I had a crew Get it right don't get it wrong, I stay's in the zone Plus my piece got yellow stones, like I stayed on the Stone I spit that hood
