Letras:
English Beat Hit It

, ten thousand days and it's not brave It still remains so empty no desire to feel at home It's no help stand back, just relax and hand it to yourself

can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd

awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage It

snippits Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum

gon' change it.. Don't - you - know, It's a way of liffeee... Mama, do you want it? Cause I'm about to break it, Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin

Chorus] Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's

- motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it

song imma beast on the beat an animal on pro twos and a baboon on the tune i'm a canine when it growl imma werewolf when it howl i hit the street and

the throwing of my vocal tone It don't work, I show them the chrome and flash the greens Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it All day on street