I'm Fittin To Get My Groove On Its So Hot Up In Da Club Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack Of Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl
a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah... When i get off the road I shoot back to my town new whips, new watch, fuck with me, its goin down own family
Remix, haa Luda We gon do this one for the ATL right So check this out it goes something like this? Ok, Fresh pair J?s on my feet thats how I do it If
Craft" Soundtrack, was re-recorded especially for "The Hogyssey" because the band felt it matched the album's emotional theme.* Head on a plaque, its
stay come inside now - its ok and i'll shake you ooh ooh oh oooh wont you tell me what you're thinking of? would you be an outlaw for my love? if its
a purpose its ok when they care Preacher could I save your soul? Do you know every single thing I know? Year preacher could I save your soul? I know its
conscious took over and I gave him a hand full of change. Don't do a thing. Stay right there. You'll lie there. You don't seem to care I know its
So they say, so they say, so they say So grow down and rule the world Sitting on your face with meeting random girls Its ok, its ok, its ok, its ok Your
s a lot of explanation but don?t worry about it kids. Ok? Just tune in, turn off, drop out, drop in, switch off, switch on, and explode. The band begins
living everyday like its a holiday, living it up today I'm out of town tomorrow so bring the girls, bring the weed, and the alcohol no need to rip the club out man its ok
cause thats like nervous system. Thats how a cold start you get a lil chaffy in the nose area. IMA PICKER! MOTHERFUCKER! An-an don't be affraid cause its ok
web Caught triple-six couriers beckon they fled OK OK I get it Let 'em shake a little then release 'em Like as if ghostly hysterics would leash on banded
can ever fuck with the Kottonmouth Kings We don't really care what people think or what they say If they like it they like it Its ok It's all about
(Trick Daddy) We gon let the band deal with this... You know we had to remix the damn thing right? For all them bustas... All them niggas hating on Slip
, I just know money Kleenex paper, all I blow is money I got money, money, money I got mo money Another couple grand, are fo sho money Gettin rubba band
band, Why is that?" "Hold up go on and say it, you got an ad right here saying you want a motherfucka black band" "Its not, its black like evil and
wanted her inside my world. I saw Maria yesterday she asked me up for some cafe now I think its gonna be okay I think its gonna be okay I know its gonna
Kid, you're doing ok Kid, you're on your way Kid, the band is starting up your song Kid, you can't go wrong And this too shall pass I promise these tears
