, Violent J When I was 14, I tripped on the train track And I was crushed right there on the steel rack I'm out cold, they though it'd fuck me up I got
light in my pink volkswagon Oh, excuse me, ho, but I'm Violent J act like you know [girl] Violent J the country singer? [Violent J] No, Violent J
[Intro: Romeo (Lil' D)] Gs Up Cookie Monster J.R. (G.U. Double T.A.) (Gutta in the building homeboy) [Hook x2: Romeo (Lil' D)] Sit n low 24s yes, Suicide
'chu think I'm jokin' homie? Blue rims, yeah the coupe's Crip walk Certified platinum think I'd rather make hits? Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip
chance with crazy me, And I never wanna be shady T, dont give a damn where the other ladies be Andrea, I mean Demicika, DAMN. Man I think I got A.D.D
hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club J.D. and Outkast showed me love See Trick at the
[Ray-J] Oh, Oh, Oh Ray-J Oh, 40 Woo hoo Fingers on the track You got a a G like Damn She already know who I am Girl you know that I can Put you in the
there yet (hell yeah) Are we there yet (hell yeah) Are we there yet (hell yeah) Ok, cool, we finally home [XV - Verse 1] Ok I'm back on my B.I. (?) and two D
By J. Bolotin HE CARRIES HIS IDS AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER LEST HE FORGET
west west y'all ray j chorus: oh baby, dont u rush, dont u crush we gotta just take our time hush, girl just hush, dont say a word, i know what you like
, L.A. I'll slay wherever you play D.C. or Philly or Baltimore I'm worryin' the rich, invadin' the poor Perpetratin' in your video, here's the real smoothin' Country
J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing
came to town with a lot of dreams Swapped BMG for KFC And four strings on his Gibson And now he's fryin' chicken He swore someday the world of country
[LL Cool J] That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby That's right, don't try to front like your
my balls I smell the fear and the sauce in your drawers For arm & hammer, shamen, grammar I got the flow g, the d-flow The hobo, the junction (conjuction) The d
he's gone away) Well you may have heard of me Cledus T J-U-double-D Better known as the reining King of country parody Coming with a new style High
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) On georgia's highway 20, way out in the country, The boys would go to have a good time. My grandpa used to tell
(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker) On Georgia's highway 20, way out in the country, The boys would go to have a good time. My grandpa used to tell