who you think your jacking Packed a punch, yes a punch thats what i was packing Hit the fucking cunt so hard, hed already started bloodin' Before he hit the floor
yeah, oh yeah, fire up! Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now, And do you wanna smoke a Cuban cigar? Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor
life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life
right now dont wanna do no talkinn [talkin] shortys so right i need to slow down [Kardinal Offishall] figure 8 good bodyshape when she on the dance floor
want it right now dont wanna do no talkinn [talkin] shortys so right i need to slow down Figure 8..good body shape When she on the dance floor, gyal
brain Freak in the sheets I got hos for weeks Straight pimp What the fuck am I supposed to be Bitch Bottle of patron Sipping on the floor Ass to the floor
I could do Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below it's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat u to the punch
one good look at me. Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold. Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
I walk, my way till now Deep to the obscurity Obliterating you in every way With my life?s insanity Battered up again I?m going right inside Curled up on the floor
sweat Hey!! I I be on that wake up in the morning Shawty lets work Gotta put it down on the drop on the clock Be the last one to punch out first A little
auto You go have a good time Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind So punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down Against the floor
life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block, I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life
, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head. And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake
back Tell a friend Whaaaaaaaa Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright
'm rippin your wallet off And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound* Smash
wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest!
