blow up your block and spank shit Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) Get money (Get money) Get money, Ghost (Get money) I'm down for the get down
2x) Halloween(Echoed) A Time To Don On Murder, The Murda Cloaks, Join Us, As We Free Fall Backwards, Into The Depths, (Anybody Killa) A Murda Cloak Cracks Down
Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck A red neck, that fuckin' red neck Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck A down south bitch with a red-ass neck
the fuck I been for all this time I been fuckin' poor out of my fuckin' ass Eatin' fuckin' shit, fuckin' ugly bitches Cause everybody knows that pretty bitches ain't down
bitch (bitch!) When I party with ya'll We drinkin' Crown up at the bar When I'm smokin' with ya'll Take it to the head 'til we fall And we duckin'
a nine in my nick so punk nigga what you trip fo sweating me about some slut I didnt make that dumb bitch swallow my nut the running em up tone down slut
named Dana The dick was the only thing that contained her (Yeah) She had real big tits, built thick as fuck The girl was fine but the bitch was a slut
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a pity You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash down
We beat these bitches too These bitches hard at first But then they fall in Dont ya know they call me the freaky freak of all freaks I break these bitches down
See I don't need nann nigga Jockin' me, slowing me down Or stoppin' me Climbing all on top of me If he ain't gonna fuck me properly It's got to be, possibly
That I can throw styles that show up I blow up and blast here Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year About a bitch is a, bitch is a hoe and a slut
to fuck Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust Split these G'z out with us, shut these P'z down to flush I got sluts that can puff
from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all) I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz
, boom after boom Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb Cool, that's cool I will never fall
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER When I'm coming out to play When I'm walking down the street When I'm moving to the beat I give nothing
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit A come on, tear it down, catch the wall Get naked, show me some Tear that dick down