Hole And we go on and on On and on, on and on To the break of dawn Eric Breed (What up?) Big ballin MC And E [Breed] Erotic got the beats Drive your
round the world, you know this for (YAWL) Real music y'all, custom made for all (YAWL) I do it for (YAWL) This is all "For you" Show love, I couldn't
homey He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homey [Chorus: Kanye West] Drive slow homey... (drive slow) You never know homey, about these hoes
somethin ya'll drive to Haters yall can critisize all you want Gonna take more than to take me off my zone Truth is I dont give a f*** about you all Either
all (call y'all) Call y'all (call y'all) (Last call, for alcohol) Last call y'all (call y'all) Call y'all (call y'all) (Last call, for alcohol) [J-Ro
was twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this
t worry about nothin' Ril-Rock Don't worry about nothin' nigga And man, I used to beat on walls, man Bounce, just check this, man, just check this shit out It's about
So we gotta get a grip and grab what's wrong The opposition is weak and rap is strong [Doug E. Fresh] This is all about, no doubt, to stop violence
I'm Rosemary's baby [Chorus] [Eminem Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about
and I promise I'll be true to you [Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore, It is not about lyrics anymore its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about
weightier (about my paper) I ain't taking shit from you bitches no mo Sometimes through these niggas really be hoes You wanna be big tight, all about
spikes They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair And you could just about
to get grown, drive slow homie" Drive slow, homie, drive slow You never know, homie about these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow
was twelve o'clock one Friday night I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right Everybody was dancin' on the floor Doin' all the things they never did before And then this
music playin' high. My roommate is the kind of guy, who likes his music playin' high. He dances all night, he dances all day. He dances all night, he dances all
pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when they rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in a lightning storm, with the top down, we got this
back, scars swell on my back, I spit bars, y'all spit repetative raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme with lines that'll crack the disc between
to get grown, drive slow, homie" Drive slow, homie Drive slow You never know, homie About these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes And drive slow