worth saying So I'll let you know That i'm done I am done being your guilty pleasure So let me go So let me go So let me go
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now make that booty go Baby girl, I want you to keep on puttin' on a show Let's go It's your sexy that got me now Willin' to bet they
And my memory will hide you! You cannot choose but to lose control! [Hyde] You can't control me! I live deep inside you! Each day you'll feel me devour
now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now
gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go
mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
know Girl, we rock and we roll And you stop and we go, we go, we go In the middle of a fight, I'm so cool Everybody want it hot, I go through All of
kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain To hell
Whole world want my demise Turn my music up, here me clearly If y'all niggas fear me just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales Go to hell, this
need to get the fuck up outta here (get out!) Because when come in the club (wassup) we like to get fucking crazy (craaazy!) you know what....LET"S FUCKING
, beer pong, shots Niggas on the Goose, bitches on 'Mchatka Bartender, give me what you got I'm dancin' on the table like a nigga smokin' rock Get off me
The funky engine that could Yowsky, wowsky, pisky, wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybody?s lookin? for an excuse to let
who try to compete with platinum. All of them callin' me, follow me down to me corner, slip up and your gonna get blasted. What do you wanna test me
for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the
these hoes Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo' Let's me and you lay in these hoes And show 'em what they pussy made fo' No need for us savin' theses hoes Let
and poppin' trunks, Dawg, that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in '83 I stay street with it, dun asked that You can find me in your hood pumpin
and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in '83 I stay street with it, dun asked that You can find me in your hood pumpin
