I'm gonna have my own private party Gonna invite everyone I know We'll all have our own personal celebration I'm gonna send out invitations To all
Malibu will get ya Malibu Malibu will get ya Malibu It'll get ya! - Private gates Prime rates Unreal estates How do you do? - Malibu will get
the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private
party's over we can go there and chill In London, it's Big Ben style breakfast in bed In Paris you were on an Eiffel Tower givin' me head Go to Switzerland, private
care of Cindy and Suzie Just to show you I can be twice as cruel, babe If you want to learn how to love me I'll teach you in my own private school 'Cause
care of Cindy and Suzie Just to show that I can be twice as cruel, babe If you want to learn how to love me I'll teach you in my own private school '
's cerebellum If he lives, then I tell 'im I'll leave his head swellin' When tellin' fellas about the 5-6 Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates
How he got that GI Joe in the church this morning I don't know but he ain't listening to the preacher Like his mama taught him to She's wanting me to
Nothing stays the same forever... not even me Check this... check it [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Something must've changed me, niggas might defame me But
you to marry them there's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them [Joe Budden:] Reporting live from
(feat. Rmanny) [Joe Budden:] Yo, yo. Her name was Chyna Doll, real name Sasha Stripped out in Jersey, a regular show stopper. Club hopper, couldn't tell
[Joe Budden] Yo, I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
would call folks said, folk ain't answer A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up A few stopped actin like my private dancer But a lightbulb
(feat. 112) [112 + (Joe)] 112! (Jump off!) Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) [Verse One: Joe Budden] You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue Don't no other
(feat. Mr. Vegas, Fat Joe) [Intro]: [Mr.Vegas] (*Fat Joe) (**Fatman Scoop) Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas (*TS!) This is it
to the forefront Never did it for capital I ain't even gonna front Of course I've been grapplingOn who should get shine Jesus Christ or I? But I'm just an average Joe
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five, He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive, And although he wants to be all grungy and cool He spent eleven years in a private
(feat. Fat Joe & Tony Sunshine) [Fat Joe] Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Chorus] [Tony Sunshine] Maybe its the TS chain