blow, your mind (blow your mind!) You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) [Styles
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch
from the Point And your girl from the D ARE YOU INFATUATED WITH ME I COULD END YOUR CURIOSITY IF YOU DON'T THINK I'M TOO RUDE HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR
out now we about to blow big... energy got the whole system overload got the ... got the eardrums about to explode extra, extra... powerful blow your mind
'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind
control of your soul Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold [Chorus:] Sticks and stones might break your bones but Pos is gonna blow your mind
from now and through all days As long as the sun shines As long as Eisenhower's on the dime Yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme One time for your mind, your soul, your
The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this Rhyme style it's lethal, "Prime time the sequel! " Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people
in the ring mind ya bossiness man Wanna step on stage with the mic in my hand So get your ass up come on come on get your ass up Get your ass up if
, Styles P) When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby, please 'Cause we belong together [Rap 1:] Show your respect
We get large, you get bullets lodged In your jaw, your ribs, your arms We party hard, at the bar Buyin bottles of overpriced styles and Remy Mar The
(feat. P. Diddy) It's bad boy bitch Do it to it P- It feels good to be back, I missed ya Relax ya mind, let your conscience be free and I'm rolling
whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South (aoowww)
(feat. Nicole Scherzinger) It's bad boy bitch Do it to it P- It feels good to be back, I missed ya Relax ya mind, let your conscience be free and
get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home, your bitch house Pull my nine milli You gon' die with your fist
That's unnecessary To kill your crew, family, your friends Your tech can carry Knock your paws off sync Left you flat like a soft drink Got more styles
