in pain Turn it off (Somebody's asking me) Turn it off (Somebody hears) Turn it off (Somebody's asking me) Turn it off (Somebody hears) Turn it off
bled People betrayed in a secret rage Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody hears Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody
have bled People betrayed in a secret rage Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody hears Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off
tear it up We came to smash this club Came to tear it up We came to smash this club Put your fucking drinks up Turn it back, turn another around (x
turn it out all the fellas raise your hands, let me hear you shout all the girlies in the place, let me hear you scream it's an all-4-one party, it
and I deserve it, all my life I worked hard for them other cats aint going in that sh-t is soft porn I overcame obstacles like Parkour and if I got off
You'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain, suckers remain six feet deep It was good while it
turn a nigga into stone Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin
s do it Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music
gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?) Rap it
Rush Limbaugh's rants I'm the reason that the Boston Red Sox even had a chance And if I want to eat your soul, I'll just throw it on a griddle. I don
, it bucks up to it's full height from a boggy swamp on a foggy night. it creeps into your house. it's life! it's life! I turn around, it's fear. I turn
is the best crapper alive Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs Call it bust back, attitude
wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money 'cause it costs to brag Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses head Rap it
right And everything was gonna be all right Maybe I thought I could sweep in And sweep her off her feet and go right back to Boston Thinking everything
you niggas it's the love it's the love we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas cause it's the love my niggas it's the love... [M3]: It's the
See he rolls the whole unit in a big simple pipe Foams stirs let it settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail Spark off
