[Verse 1:] Ixnay on the bull shit mai' When I roll black to cleveland I can't believe them Sounds of the non believers Outkast until I'm in dirt Before
Heres to living long enough to be forgiven For the bones I broke I had to make a living And you won't back down from anything in search of a remedy No
(feat. Kelis) Yeah (Whoop Whoop!) Yeah (Whoop Whoop!) Backup, behind the line you hear them, Them sirens gonna see them, That heat they finally blasting
I can let you have your way... Let you have your way I can let you have your say I can hear a warning if you can avoid it I don't need to care too much
She loves to dance she loves to move she loves to freak now how's about you? they wanna ride with me baby thats for sure that's just a tragic one and
Chorus: Put your hands up on me, Comeon' whine on me, Put your hands into mine Keep me dancin', Put your hands up on me, You should whine upon me, put
Day n nite. I toss and turn, I keep stressin' my mind, mind. I look for peace, but see I don't attain. What I need for keeps this silly game we play
New fang, no thang. Had it made to parade, found a sucker, now I want another. Stand up, step aside, open wide, handing out and on Until the feelings
stars Cos the bomb went off in error Chorus: Wow, oh yeah Shakin' in my blue suede shoes Wow, oh yeah A wop bop a lu la bop Dancin' to the super crook
of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin' When I reach and start bustin' I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin' Ain't no bluffin' In the county of crooks
Confieso que a veces soy cuerdo y a veces loco Y amo asi la vida y tomo de todo un poco Me gustan las mujeres, me gusta el vino Y si tengo que olvidarlas
i hear those noises. all those familiar voices. always desturbing in the night time. when can i rest my head in peace and silence? knowing what i'
sad bile And then walk... As i walk my crooked mile Cross the Tiber and cross the Nile I see centuries rush by As i walk my crooked mile First admit
feet up (You got to walk that crooked mile) Don't mess your beat up (When you talk that crooked style) Just pick your feet up (Got to walk that crooked
It's my reckoning day (So where's the reckoning?) I'm holding steady this crooked crown Knowing I'll lose it if I look down I'm holding steady this crooked
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And