Come on shake it now (Come on, baby) Come on, baby (Shake it now) Come on shake it now (Come on, baby) Come on, baby (Shake it now) Come on shake it now (Come on
now come on, baby Come on baby, shake it now Come on, shake it now come on, baby Come on baby, shake it now Come on shake it now come on, baby Come on
Traduzione: Prince. Come On.
Cute I'm Cute And you know I'm Cute She Cute Yeah She Cute But not just them Apple Bottoms Or them Daisy dukes When she step On the dance floor Automatically get Loose Talking hit me On
Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible
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 chase, can you relate to this
to the game [Chorus] {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"} {"Prince of peace must hear our plea"} {"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"} {"Prince
all my niggas get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit
smell The smell of death surrounds you Now they call you Prince Charming Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes Say you'll be all right come
?s you was thrown from the start I don?t Know if its the dope that I?m on or how many times I go when the trogen is on but something got you showing your
the bed but ain't a booty line spoken Stick a 40 to my lips, I sips and I guzzle A 40-dog "Breakfast of Champs" it ain't a puzzle Grips on my feet and
back when I put this gun in yo back detach 'em, attack 'em, to the point no picture come at ya put the pistol hold up on his shoulder crystal clear slit
all on the news fo Mobb-Style murders I crack a fool on top of his head wit a strap told his bitch to come over here she sat on my lap man this Mobb
this is a street to me Unknown in the Town, come through, you gettin beat Cause Shan ain't trippin and neither is Prince You don't believe me, come through
do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin, we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on
please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line {*scratching*} [50 Cent] G U-nit! [Missy] This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on) [Chorus
