Pleasures of the night Seaman's delight Holler (refrain) Pleasures of the night What a sight Oh no, the organ plays by itself It doesn't need the grinder
(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] [50 Cent:] GGG-GGG- G-Unit! [LeBron James:] Watch out! [echoes] [Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] G-Unit in this bitch right
tucked against the lining I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like ya'll are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house
Stand off, it's the hoes, keep your hands off this Can't tie a bitch, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for? Law, fuck protocol, holla at this ho
rap I make the Hulk snap Jump back like James Brown, hey now When the liquor over we smokin the hay now Delegatin numero dos, I holla out the sound of
! One love One love Enrique Iglesias,Pitbull Ya'll know what time it is. We go set it of tonight,just go. Set the club on fire,just go. Enrique!Holla
Talkin' about you a man always ready to go Now when it comes to movin', babe you're awful slow And holler oh oh oh oh woah And holler oh oh oh oh woah
from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be sharp until my holler
gonna have a deal 'Cause I'm mad, I'm bad, like Jesse James. They gonna tie yo' hands They gonna tie yo' feet They gonna gag your throat Where you can't holler
bubble-eyed lens Coach you in New York, y'all know who wins It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada Slam back Coke Truck, no rims - can't holla It
bubble-eyed lens Car show in New York, y'all know who wins It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla It
said Everyday I ball like kobe, trynna get that oprah bread I sleep in the clouds while you sleep on yo mama's sofa bed Hollered fuck the world and the
was digging I was high so I didn't feel shit She realized she was fucking with a lunatic She started screaming "Let me go," loud as fuck Cause of her hollering
you won the lotto Lamborghini, Vergato my matchin' on the throttle My motto is snatch, your motto with my latto is a lot Insane my game is like James
3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face And then he hollered out, "School
ll be facin barrels by midknight And that's on these four fingers I hold high Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die I hollered at my boy james
