find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R (Double R) Everybody
t your name Lil' Trina? 'Cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action Gucci Mane, you stupid man, I love
that they paint me with sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss but the devil red, tires double tread I'm posting parks up. that gets me double
the way I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin' your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard. 'cause I love to
hard as me relax an just pardon the expression but I love yo-no I love attraction, or I love my own reaction added one to my self and I couldn't help
lean fish scale for my whole team watch that ? gonna pull up watch the ? pogo ? cake my birthday blow them candles baby please don't blow my ? it's a band
Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land
he's so fuckin TERRIBLE! Meanwhile his record sells double and triple Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple Religious? Shit, you helped them bands
, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! [richter] See I dont give a fuck about no magazine covers, 'cause the fans they love us, and my band
not a snitch But on the real it feel great to be rich I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' 'Makin' The Band' Johnny ordered my watch and he makin' the band
don't fit Two $6.50 tickets to hassle with the crowd I got hit with a Frisbee, the band played too loud I got all their records, man and loved all their
night In your wedding book see what name I signed, hey Love nobody, nobody, nobody Then nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, nobody Hips shake to the band
get 20 a K I got 20 strips, all doin' 20 a day, ay I get cake from buds an' haze, I'm makin' dubs They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin' love
in the field behind the shed They could be lying there oblivious Underneath cement before I'm dead Roundabouts and one way streets Double yellow lines to beat the band
titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band