It's the boy who never told I like you It's the girl you let get away It's the one you saw that day on the train But you freaked out and walked away
that BS beat There's twenty girls for every single boy And their crazy from this heat We'll take you up and down And everywhere in between Mom and dad are out
doe in this bitch, Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch, In the body of the World, money is the blood, And everyday I be back and forward to the
a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl
it off as I do Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through... Dancing through life Swaying and sweeping And always keeping cool Life
salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance And
a rap and they took me to jail Pulled out my bank and made bail This is my story, it could not wait It all started out in the Golden State California
the dogs in Virginia And the dogs in Indiana And for the dogs out in Texas Tennessee and Alabama And for my dogs in Missouri And for my dogs in North Carolina And
stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative and
you fight with? Who did you kiss? Who did you dance with? Who did you lits? Awww man, you were a Myth! I remember walking in Blinded by the lights
(Live O) It's Live O (Live O) It's Live O (Ah) Look Skank out (Skank out) Sank out (Skank out) Sank out (Skank out) And jump about See-Saw margerie
jbeez...] 10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And
'm walking out the restaurant Lighting up the cigarette And then I pass half to my mate Many clubs and bars await We're gonna drink and dance till it
Chorus:The Game: It aint easy growing up in california belive me,drive by hit connas aint easy,light it up for 2pac and easy,gotta show them we aint playing
was called Eminem but he threw away the candy And ate the rapper, chewed him up and spitted him out Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down He's lookin' around this club And
the big shot Get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot Ill drink gasoline and eat a lit match Fore I sit back and
And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by And the girls in their summer clothes