tight, ask if it's alright If you, just leave for a minute, come back My mind freeze for a minute, but your waist throwback WHOA! [Verse 2:] You looking good
'm on the red eye with red eyes sweet fame Cash coming in flow like Pacific water, I'm a trick I do magic like Vince Carter Time is what I need I gotta
like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the
this the first time you've worked with him? Right. I'd been, uh, wanting to meet him and work with him for quite a long time. Now who's idea was it
good look Taking care Home is still fly Thats a good look Ima help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look Ladies thats a good
is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch And gettin' money is my sport And understand the rap game is my court So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport Or some sort
, blue-eyed voice of God He didn't come from the Middle East Like those other holy men No, God's favorite prophet was All-American I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times
[beep] and we're here with Conor Oberst of the band Bright Eyes. How are you doing, Conor?" "Fine, thanks...just a little wet." "Oh, it's still coming down out there?" "Yeah, I sort
for you And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you Okay? Good, you givin me the time to talk? While I figure it out and sort what I'm tryin
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
Better just drop down to your knees, call upon the lord and pray Better luck next time, cause you wanna open that door today Your hair sorta gray, it's that sorta
(feat. Obie Trice) Obie, yo', i'm sick, damn, you straight dog... [CHORUS] That's why I ain't got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or these
Don, Hundred carrots in the charm tryna give it back to Sean. [Diddy:] Hello, Good morning Let's go, let's ride, Hello, Good morning Hello, Good morning
do it exactly this way. Bring the band on down behind me, boys, this gets technnical! First: You get a Polaroid camera . . . Mothers: Yeah! FZ: And you make one good
am! BUDDY JONES: ... as viewed through a thoroughly soaked, stupid looking white sort of male person's conservative kind of middle-of-the-road COTTON UNDER-GARMENT! Whoopee! And here comes
and sings.. JOE: Hey, the good women, they sure has it tough The good men, well there ain't enough All the good girls are lookin' all the time Good