Bless up and there aint no stressing! You heard it clear! Sean paul longside Bob sinclar! Buaaaa Yow Tik Tok Tik Tok Yow Tik Tok Tik Tok Yow Tik Tok
'm a step on him like dogshit a fore fist, So rappers just get off it, I come across with... (Pulp fiction.) With pulp fiction! Yo! - I'll eat you like
Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how Ohhhh.. {*cut off and echoes*} [Paul
like sneaker soles Now how's that for a fixin? You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science fiction I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
myself being in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little story, something for your ear Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere Except this ain't fiction
turd, and I'ma step on him like dogshit A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with (Pulp fiction) With pulp fiction, yo I'll eat you
anti-Christians May I mention the slugs I steadily blast 'cause I'm unmerciful Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga See death is unreversable, hardness is your fantasy Death is not fiction
set Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction
second life, we all come back sooner or later. As anything from a pussycat to a man eating alligator. Well you all may think my story, is more fiction
[INTRO] Bless up right now straight seniorite clear Sean Paul and sight Bob Sinclair Pumba Yo, Tik Tok, Tik Tok, yo Yo, Tik Tok, Tik Tok, yo Yo, Tik
wine glass (chorus) "here's to the fool I was Here's to the bride I could never be I've gotta know what's truth and what's fiction I gotta feel
[Intro: (interpolation from "Pulp Fiction")] The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of
breath'll smell like sneaker soles Now how's that for a fixin'? You'd better rather go to Roy's, 'cause I ain't kickin' science fiction I kick a size
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth From the-From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth (Chamillionaire)*kills it* It's Koopa It ain' no lyin' or fiction
these keepin it real niggaz is fruadulent You Thought You had ya boi convinced but you fake you phony You know the rest Chamillonaire & [Paul Wall
set, Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get. Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act, Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction
che sono brutto, che puzzo come un ratto ma sei un coatto e soprattutto non sei Paul Newman. Non mi prende che di striscio la tua fiction, io piscio