Yo, I'm a gangsta, outlaw, indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin' south paw It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all Step in the room see
I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on
You never take the easy way The wind is blowing straight into your face You never ever close your eyes For any trouble that may cross your way There'
Down in the city, where the girls look pretty Some just like a miracle They're so attractive, so hyperactive But they're cool and they talk cynical Give
You're a rock 'n' roll star You're out of the charts Your glory's cold you're getting old But your life is rock 'n' roll Your crazy rock 'n' roll band
Uhh, yeah, let's rock with me R.Less, hey, let me do it, yeah I'm just tryin' to play my position If you seek, let me be your physician Guarantee I'm
Welcome back winter once again And put on your warm fuzzy sweater 'Cause you'll feel much better when The snowflakes fall gently to the ground The temperature
Out on the Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed
Out on the wiley, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy How could you leave me when I needed
Here's lookin' at you What do you think the chances are we're gonna make it together? Here's callin' your name 'Cause I have to do the things I have to
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent Is to rock and shock the spot and give my all, which
He lays down in silence, killin' communication Any pride is pointless in these situations Says she's gonna find a rider 'Cause she can't love a radio
[rodney] Yo I don't think they're ready for this one Another darkchild remix Brandy, rj, big pun, fat joe, terror squad Come on [big pun] Hear
Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling Horses, horses, horses, horses Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot) Santa claus suck my
I got a room at the top of the world tonight I can see everything tonight I got a room where everyone Can have a drink and forget those things That went
Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills Once I had a man on Rocky Top
It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to myrtle beach I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me The honeymoon was over and Alabama was far
You say you like to have a good time You're no different than the rest And you know it's not the first time That you've given it your best But for some
