is but you make me high. A burning feeling that starts inside. It really doesn't matter who's wrong or right we can go all night, we're going all night
knowin', Straight to the top, This shit don't stop, We're going going going going (going) (Chorus) Ya Boy who to talk about, and if there's hoes in the club we
truck my four rides... ride wit me we could make love anywhere just get high with me judy truly im worth few jenniens on the night can see me and doesnt
teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna let
Ok, I'm going to attempt to drown myself. You can try this at home, You can be just like me. Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady I'm a M80, you Lil
) If you feeling alright (yeah) Then we going all night (hey) We worked we struggled Our dues is paid We ride through trouble Go against the grain These highs
place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
day we're on our feet Keep me going cause we got the night And you know how to do me right Long live the night Long live the night Long live the night
on high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are Let me be Take me now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears
your killing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we
Or run gun run We take it as it comes But whatever happens We're going to make it as one To my family Thank you for everything you've given me You had
one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you