do. [Chorus:] This is you're night so baby let me change the game I want you to make me call you're name cause im willing to spoil you (yea) This is
for this Every boy put a pen in your hand, Write some lyrics that are meaningless Cuz don't forget that appearance Is so primary in a scene like this
pon the shelf. I wanna see you rock that ass Rock that ass Rock that ass Rock that ass Work your body body Work your body body Work your body body Work your
a kid and get burned You're so foolish, but I think you knew this That on the the microphone punk I can do this And doing this, is what life meant Cause
Serch-light Truth is loose, lips slips to Twilight Zones Prone to blow revision I'm 20/20 and your in-tune is in prison Switchin from this track, move
, so fill'er up! Is I'm talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco? Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole I mean soul
if you don't, I hope you brought your vest through Cause brothers get busy when it comes to technicalities It's like this: ruthless is reality [DJ Daryl cuts up:] (Ruthless is
ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk
finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind
I write I'll You sleep past the night thrill I smash thugs with frosty mugs, there's your rice grill Your mind has more poker dots than a white dress
scripts 9th Prince is the apocalypse in from dark tropics Murderous topics, freeing Riker's Island convicts My style is unorthodox, Fifty-two hand blocks Rock your
steps on ya crep dont fret its just life dont lose it, try think through this, its not all aboutt he hype if your comin just to fiht why do this, go find
big things I'ma burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'ma be a big bang [repeat except 1st line is "I wanna be a big
match for mines, tracks and shine Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild I turn
Icicle-bound barren township Call barren moon childs and proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat Well beneath your
we make a rhyme We've got take the hand of fate While we are in our prime Come on and help me syncopate Let your heart beat like mine This is an easy
. (Andres) Baby let me say, I love your little ways, From the way you move your frame to your pretty angel face. And I got so much to give. Can't nobody do your
)":] "I got a 55 inch television you know And every once in awhile I hear just say no Or the other commercial I love Is when they say, this is your brain