Girl I came into this club by mistake, I was lost (haha) Usually I don't do this (yes) But tonight I'm a make it rain on ya baby (eh eh). I can't stop
jet gased up(Gased up) Money in my bag(In my bag) I'm leavin' and never comin' back(Comin' back) Baby Baby (Put your hands in the air Rock City) (Right
I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she got me, got me, She got me, she got me gone. I'm Losing It, I'm Losing it, She got me, she got me, got
(feat. Akon) Woah-oh woah-oh woah-oh Rock City [Verse 1:] My gift, my curse I'm a put it all out in one verse So I'm a start by asking niggas what
Girl I look in your eyes, Says you don't want to sleep alone (sleep alone). So by the end of the night, Girl I promise I'm a take you home (take you
How I feel for you babe It's hard to find the words to explain The feeling you give to me Oh you drive me crazy I think about you every night and every
wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and
[feat. Akon] Woah-oh woah-oh woah-oh Rock City [Verse 1:] My gift, my curse I'm a put it all out in one verse So I'm a start by asking niggas what'
(feat. Akon) Woah-oh woah-oh woah-oh Rock City [Verse 1:] My gift, my curse I'm a put it all out in one verse So I'm a start by asking niggas what'
Jay-Z with a Virgin Island swag And a A-Town bounce with my Virgin Islands flag Pardon me if I brag but see we ain't never had Wake the neighbors,
another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors
, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors
the city buried in dreams? Yeah Is the world made of plastic? 'Cause that's the way is seems, ow Is the world made of plastic? Is the city buried in
Born and raised in the windy city I moved west to kick start a dream What I found was a town without pity It will chew you up and swallow you clean, yeah
sim-city backwards Bazooka Tooth, baby! Zephyrs less dextrimental expect to tone down terrordome for starter crews Like jousting Pompeii with a garden hose If you wake
picks apart your shit (Man) City bread the brittle cheap old little Lego people squeezing little like a Polaroid in key hole Media breather needed mural to hide all while your friends 'n neighbors
thought that we had seen it all But this one takes the cake The dirt, the rocks Those crazy aftershocks It's just the planet moving granite Several city
in Varum, you know? You could run it, and I could be the headliner. [Fred Casely] - Get off. [Roxie Hart] - What's the idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up
