you And I-I-I-I don't like you And I-I-I-I don't want you here And I-I-I-I can't take you And I-I-I-I don't want you here
I'm so drunk if I wasn't a playa I would probly fall I'm a head buster But I don't think I'm better then nobody else I just don't move like usher If
? And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business [Hook: Choir] And I don't care 'bout (all the, all
I should just be off my flight But for now I'll just dance and think about you Electric love electric light electric life Electric love electric light
like that Big] open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with
cold and niggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you they say I
like creatures in the sea some say we're different but most look the same to me to all you tired and bored and full of apathy why don't you take a big
all Chorus: I'm comin', I'm comin, You can't stop me, you can't stop me, I'm comin', I'm comin', Can't hold me back, uh uh, I'm comin', I'm comin, You
you know I had to call, you know why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?" "Yeah" "You know what I wanna
there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death by electric
you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra
What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance
I doin', what more can I say Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, 'cause nigga I'mma do me Do you, nigga When you
I stopped smokin' stress You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't
don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all
