feel naked, girl, like I've got no shame. It's out of my heart and hands. I'm out of my mind to be falling again. I've tried to say stop but it's bigger
Traduzione: Party. E 'Out Of My Heart.
a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spat my city's phat, it's a pity that the nga won't admit hes wack where's his titties at, cause that's what bitches
Renee It's McNasty, party with two a day Let me give it to ya, you want Dilla to do ya it's done Plus got a ridiculous booty it's on That's how we like
i pull that fucker out, it attracts the gold-diggers With them big 'ol jelly, Smuckered out Make Dill wanna tuck it in But the truck got The 5th Element like Tucker's in it All you hear
it's okay to feel good I'm a Dreamer It's okay to feel good, yeah, it's the truth Ay, yo' check it out What would it take for a boy about my age
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
me for a ride The freaks are out and it's on tonight Show me shots Miami style Butterfly, then open wide So when it's over and I'm alone I'm lookin' for
worries I'll take 'em out quick, fast and in a hurry Now I can go the distance, I can go the length It's not the weak, because it's all in the strength
it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still dont love bitches My G-niggaz
[Snoop Dogg] Yeah! It's the motherfucking 213 Blasting off on your ass Something funky funtabolous Can you dig it my bobble? Check this out one time,
did that [Chorus - Latoiya Williams] We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all It's good
Chorus:] Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party All my party (people), in the party Talkin 'bout a party... how
picture me gettin' served My own mama say i'm thuged out my shit be bumpin out tha record store as if it was a drug house my lyrics bang like a Crip
At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin' else to do Now as we stepped out of the car I Heard someone behind me fighting
s only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper
] Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot when you punk ass niggaz don't Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on
pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The
