you to be what you can be Word, censorship of reality Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me [Unverified] Suckers don't
point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come up, give me my cut, what? Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the
't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ Two, one, yep, three S N, double O, P D O, double G I can't fake
Duet? Nd You Wet, When You Check Out The Technique From The Two Teckz And I Don't Need Two Lips To Blow This Like A Trumpet You Dumb Shit, This Is An Unusual Musical
it stops, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you
head and show off Lets the haters get mad 'Cause they ain't that bad, baby it's sexually Go head and show off I see you dancing too the music (Music
meet me in the back with a jack at the jukebox I don't really care where you live at (no!) Just turn around, boy, let me hit that Don't be a little
it flowing The harmony is glowing So get ready, so get ready Don?t go Toledo, Toledo don?t go Music, good to you Music, good to you
cannot be right If you think that I don't know where you're at You got - another thing coming Ownership ain't part of the deal Jealousy don't get you
once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- /Guitar solo/ --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't
't stop now 'cause that ain't me (That ain't me) You see, I won't stop (That ain't me) Ooh, I won't quit (That ain't me) No, I won't stop (That ain'
When life is too much, roll with it, baby Don't stop and lose your touch, oh no, baby Hard times knocking on your door I'll tell them you ain't there
' 'cause he thought, he could rhyme Now, if his momma is a quarter, daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use Abbreviation, I don't even play
touch the sky See, I don't mind if people wanna look at me crazy It don't even phase me The feelin' is makin' me high, yeah Don't wanna stop, my body
wherever you walk Would you turn my volume up before of the cops And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop And all I ask is that you don't
! It's a catastrophe But don't worry, don't panic Ain't nothin' goin' on but history, yeah It's alright, don't panic And the music keeps on playin' on
slap a bitch with my hair West coast, up top I bang that shit I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip Can't stop, won't stop getting my bread
Jackson? You're Michael Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what I'm asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend, don't