party ain't a party if you don't bring a sack Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle Giving thoughts
's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck death row, we'll take 'em out We got the whole rap game bangin' now What you motherfuckers think this game
, J man? (Yeah) This one of J.D.'s So So Def hits right here (I know) Get up, get get up (Yeah) Uh huh, fo' sho', that's right, get up, get get up The game
fuck happen to reality spitting rhyme slayers These days everybody trying to be a thug or a player Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game
HE COULD BARELY SPEAK HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME HIS EYES SPARKLED JUST THE SAME HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY PAIN AND ALL IS FAIR IN THE GAME MY MOMMA
me then let them keys blow, keys blow Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill Smoke, stroke
come on Whatever the cost now, floss now Show you niggas who be the boss now All across the board wild they be bouncin' my obstacle course now Sparkle
Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde I am changing I change with the light Hiding away Running from reality Who am I? Am I an actor in this game? Change with the
fire With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen I shot the stars out of the sky When each one fell sparkling to the ground I made wishes
But it's not glee, it's fear, that's why she flees Sing of girls I wish that I knew Her eyes rung true, her one word shirt now stabbing sparkling blue
the night Cause i've been lookin for your love All of my life (Mc Magic) Girl i can tell the way you feelin Your smile is so revealin That sparkle in
the night Cause i'v been lookin for your love All of my life (Mc Magic) Girl i can tell the way you fellin Your smile is so revealin That sparkle in
Even though we just meet It feels so right This is going down tonight [chorus] [verse 2:] Girl i can tell the way you feelin Your smile is so revealin That sparkle
Wastin' their lives away 'Cause they can't tell what's right from wrong At the end of the day Life is hell, no peace for the wicked Where evil rules the game
Morning sun begins the day Mothers child has gone away Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play Closet city sleeping pretty tired from
here we go again Yo Skillz Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissing Flip your back out, and we can start twisting Check the intuition, the dime definition Cop all the rocks that sparkle
' on, true to ock steel tryin' to appeal Be landed without a bail so let the commissary reveal I feel it's time, for me to let this sparkle in wine Wet