play some C D's I'll take your hand yeah and pull you up close to me Now tell me can you hear the voice of love calling you and me Girl now's the time
) Everybody (Yeah) Let's get into it (Yeah) Get stupid (C'mon) Get it started (C'mon) Get it started (Yeah) Get it started Let's get it started, hah!
go the hardest Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb Lose control and go retarded See I got my own steps And I got my own style Overseas money, honey Me turn up a long time R-O-S-C
down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in
'em down Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been What in the
't wear condom you see a red line Oh, you sucka M.C's you got no flow I heard ya style you S O, S O Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and
all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue Parents just don't understand Okay, here's the situation My parents went away on a week's
Fox's doctor Takin' names and takin' orders Ya fake ya name and I'm all up on ya Nigga that's California, palm trees and 6-3's on deez Rims dip to make
better have all control But babe it's all a go You better recognize what's real Or you might jus lose your soul [Common] Thru life's actions, cars,
m roll up the Vegas Strip F*** p*** on my hip in case a n*** trip A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble, ma And if the crowd get thick let's scramble,
? Then C-Walk homie C-Walk homie, Slip Capone, C-Walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly now walk on 'em C-Walk homie, C
Boss Ricky Ross It's Triple-C Color cut clarity My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch
it to you live Only if you want it Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any
's whip it right) Get a grip (let's whip it baby, whip it all night) Well, what's your trip (oh no) Child C'mon let it whip (C'mon whip) (C'mon whip)
see no pistol's in the holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
code to the game that serious The streets got rules, it's certain shit you don't do like Sayin it was me when you knowin that it was you It's not defamation