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[Intro]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Oh,oh, we like

[Chorus]
Got pussy everywhere
Weed in the air
I m in my underwear
My under the underwear
Liquor everywhere
Condoms over their
I m in my underwear
My under the underwear

[Verse 1]
Come on ma, I m ready to get naughty
Don t act like you ain t know this a house party
Gangsta boo, and I know you ain t try to harm me
But don t worry bout it cuz I got the condom on me
Live in effect, yeah affect and live
I like ya style, mama I ll just take it in stride
Look in my eyes
Do I look like the type of guy
That run up on you and tell you a damn lie
Ooh boo I m tryin to get it
Now tell me is you wit it
And if it s simple as that
Then tell me can I hit it
I don t go it it
do you go it it
You don t go it it
Thenn act a bull wit it

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
You 17, wit the ass of a women
I know you gettin Tipsy cuz the liquor keep on comin
Lookin right in ya tank tops and underwear
But ma I m tryin to see whats under their
Oh, you like the crib
You diggin the gold shower
In the gold shower I m handin out gold showers
Right now, I m thinkin lets do this
17 dude, ready to ram I m St.Louis
You wanna smoke a little
I always got a bag
But don t tell my mama cuz she always say I m bad
Country wit my boxers and sneakers on
Right now my third leg need a sneaker on

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
Oh, now why is you
The only mutha fucker in here wit yo, pants on
Ain t no other ga got they pants on ma
I m sayin naw I mean I m not tryin to offend you or nothing
I m just sayin I-I m tryin to amend you or somethin
Man quit playin and take ya clothes off NOW!!!!!

[Verse 3]
Girl quit playin the party almost over
Ain t nobody old enough to drink
But ain t nobody sober
Finna take my whities off
You wanna match this thug
We can on the floor, or the mattress rug
In the bed I don t play
In em in trains
She said she wanted me to be gentle
Hand me this band-aid
Tried to give it to her rough
But she don t want it like this
But everytime I through a party
It just happen like this

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talking over music]
I mean this right here, this
This is true to life pimpin
You just can t put anybody in the lab and just tell em to go and they just stary pimpin
See it ain t been no big pimpin
It has to be small pimpin first
And uh, girl you lookin good but
You tryin to hold ya little clothes on and have to get greezy wit ya for you to take em off
You might as well take ya belt off cuz ya pants fallin down anyway
And when I say I m wit the Trackboyz
And the Trackboyz don t step, they 2 step
And we don t short step we will step
And it s like that

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Ay world, this Streets 101
I m finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey hey hey
Now on my life, I m livin dirty
And I ma keep it until I m gone dirty
So where you at dirty? where you at dirty?
Where they at dirty? Where they at dirty?

This the new improved hoop hop
I make ev ry mu fukka in this bitch, do the walk
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop
Why s that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block
I m 17 name ain t the same on the block
And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the block
And he ll come through and let it rain on the block
And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block
I m hot homeboy, don t ever get it twisted
Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I m ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I ll show you the coke
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip, then we can show him the 4
If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo

[Chorus]

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that
Man i put that on the hood I mma strike back
And niggas talk shit but i don t like that
Sayin all like Gee but I ain t write that
And maybe mamma s man ain t about shit
Basically what i m sayin dude fuck a bitch
And if I had two i d touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit
And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it
And nigga if it s rented i ain t fuckin in it
Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it
Ya ll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin 4 and your roof clown
I got shit that ll turn your fuckin coupe round
You ain t heard i m the troop now
By the fact, hook gonna break it down

[Chorus]

Dawg It s a missile, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole world miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy
Sick and tired of old g s tryin to gip me
Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky
All i say is to them dudes come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause i like a gypsy
Funny how I can t loc in public, smoke in public
Girl even choke in public,
Got dough so that s why i m so republic
Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic
I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what these guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

[Chorus]

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[J-Kwon talkin over music]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke,
Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me,
And they ask me, they ask me

[Verse 1]
Now they ask me
How you know so much at 17
What you mean?
You never seen a disfuctional teen
Mama cared for me
Papa wasnt their for me
Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me
Times got hard I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter
16, I had me a daughter
Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order
Baby mama thats a whole nother story
Both too young both too horney
Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser
Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer
Now she layin up in a old folks home
When it seamed like yesterday she was home
A month later stroke poped up
Her brain cells gone
The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I m grown

[Chorus]
They ask me, do I believe in God
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
[2x]

[Verse 2]
Shit fucked up but I can t turn away now
Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up
My mama put me in the system, she locked me up
Now this around the time that we lived on Haley
When I think about it I don t know none of my family
Except, for the immediate ones
Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns
He don t talk much so everybody wanna fight him
Every school I went to nobody liked him
Never could it be right
I d try sometimes
So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime
Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin
Now look at what the fuck I done, done
Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing
I m grown

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Now they ask me how you know so much at 17
What you mean
You never seen a disfuctional teen
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah
Times got har I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter

[Chorus]

You ve got your own way of looking at it baby
I guess that proves that I got mine
Seems like our hearts are set on automatic
We say the first thing that comes to mind
It s just who we are baby, we ve come too far to start over now
I know what...

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Sobą chcę pozostać
Dzięki dumie uda mi się temu sprostać
Dostać od życia tyle ile jestem wart
Tak, wyłożenie kart jak poker sprawdzam, wchodzę...

La, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la...
Come sing the song of life

There s a song that sings to me
all of life s music in sweet harmony
And you can sing this melody
Once you just understand that you...

Lubisz tańczyć i śpiewać, a scena to twoj świat
O ktorym marzysz no i śnisz,
Przez tłumy podziwiany, błyszczeć bardziej chcesz od gwiazd,
A życie mieć takie jak film

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Zostań idolem, kto jak nie ty jest tego wart

Feast of fools

At the feast of fools
humour can sometimes be cruel
but under certain conditions
you have to forget the rules

At the feast of fools
everybody has a voice
nobody goes to the bottom
except by their own choice

It...