kiss at the end of the night But if you will with me When I'm sure that you can see So when I ask you, "How you think it'd be?" Just when I thought you
boarded at - myself But wealth's not the reason It's my poor if you any (hardly) Oddly enough for wantin to get in between her Like dots between them letters N.E. - (R.D
experiment for me (Let me show you something), you'd learn that When in the dark, if you use your heart (C'mon, c'mon) You'd, you'd most certainly see
Friends to love, the end I know it's always, somethin But they ain't talkin 'bout, nothin This is my car, jump in Cinderella, no pumpkin [Chorus] [N.E.R.D
you get it? Say yeah (yeah!) Uhh Say yeah (yeah!) C'mon Say yeah (yeah!) UNGHH! Ohhhhh Say yeah (yeah!) yeah.. [N.E.R.D.] {UHHH!} Say ooh, no hands
Hor beaj wa' 'n douar 'badfe ket hir 'mod all Ken 'vo gant 'n holl dud dre 'man asantet bezans ar re all Ne 'vo ket plijadur 'ba 'r vuhez wa' 'n douar
Ar paotr-se 'oa speredeg, asantin'reas o sonjal 'Wefe 'n tu d'unanin Breizh ha da renko 'n traou barzh 'vro-man Ur mennozh en oa 'barzh e benn, 'drec
'n eus an dispac'h-man 'el 'wrizienn ba'n douar 'Pad ar bloaziou triuigent ha deit da voud krenv 'walc'h Gant Glenmor, ga'n U.D.B., ga'r bresel aljerien
his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your
whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealers trying to re-up, Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R-E, yup, it's wrong. Other words, I just fucked my
way to the dealer?s, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It?s wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it?s on again yeah
moppin the floors with them, I keep tryna pass it But they keep on droppin? the torch And it won't be, long til this sport is O-V- E-R, Just Blaz and
and me Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see? [Chorus] [Pos:] Best believe it's official y'all Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs and E pills,
O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
if you don't get with it Dade County my ho! [Dre:] Unhh From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block Went solo
right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see the f-u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you,
Learn how to maneuver, listenin to Slick Rick The Ruler, Dana Dane made me more smoother ... hah-HEEEEH! [Verse 3: Bun B] R.I.P. Pimp C Game, let me
the bloods at the bee hive Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key! [N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood
