to let it go if we have something to prove oh we only know to let it show what are we trying to prove We only know To let it show We only know to let
more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music, it make awanna Take you up outta here, go somewhere, lose it And your physique is off
Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not playin' Get gassed up
Lose the panties and the bra (Take em off) I'ma start with a massage (massage) From your head to your toes Girl I promise I'ma go From your toe to your
'm not afraid To take a stand, to take a stand (Yeah, it's been a ride) Everybody, everybody (I guess I had to) Come take my hand, come take my hand (Go
heard me? even though i'm real ghetto and shit ya heard me? i got a g niggas shoot that ace ya heard me? your ass bettin' i'm gonna cut your face ya heard
, I'm so trill and you ain't Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it) See how I do it, I'm so hood Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if I could
wall? Go ahead and treat yourself When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off To the lot lay
bitch You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up Now you too big for your britches
See my hand, got the money countin careless Couldn't find a bigger star than in Dallas And the Pistons ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace) Do your
No matter what goes on They may not agree, they may not understand But God got a plan, to put the mic in my hand and his hand and that hand And ideas,
think your albums haven't sold more? [Busta Rhymes] Well baby, the nature of the business is unstable Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your
I'm the c-p-t, or Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'
boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!) [Chorus]x2 Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn cross that Bridge tuck your
on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? I'm slim shady, yes I'm the
Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga,Your Son Mine Nigga, Let Me Check This
bout me? Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents So your lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off
went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me!
