Verse 1 Girl let me get this tripod, Make sure that thee angles right. Don't know if you know your lines, so this might just take all night. Baby get
She slid on her dress Under that melancholy moon Somethin' to impress him Hopin' he would be there soon She gonna run away He got a Chevrolet She wanted
The perfect storm is Twista and Chris Brown ya dig I got a new one for ya Lets make a movie baby Twista got cars Big swagger I'm a rock star like Mick
Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong I think you're crazy, maybe I think you'
Who would believe after such a long time? I found her again and that's not just another line A last minute scene then another If you hit your mark I gotta
Of course i have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see i recently got married, i hope that means you are wishing me well and not congratulations
[Common talking] Yea,Yea,Yea You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
Yeah, ima show you how to do it for real Yeah this ain't no game That's on everything Yeah it's Smooky I always wanted to be in a movie(4x) Lights,
Standing on the corner Trying to hail a cab You tap me on the shoulder My heart about to stop, it was fine You asked me for directions You was going
At slow speed we all seem focused In motion we seem wrong, wrong In summer we can taste the rain I want you to be free Don't worry about me And just
Mr. Manibal Lector... It's all over the news right now, you couldn't have missed it... Do you have any idea what might have happened to him? Any Idea
I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter
[Verse 1] I was sittin in the room with a pistol, Schizo Fist full of bullets and my grips low, I'm mad They say music aint strange enough So I signed
I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. You're sentimental I get the the riddle n' shoot TECs cut
(lynch) sick till i mothafuckin die! let me get a little strange. thing is dang kids you know thats what its for you know what i mean? every time i hear
Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Everybody's gonna get down Let's go Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Everybody's gonna get
Terry Every Man who ever sees me wants to hold my hand And be the one who gets me to say oh i do they Swear eternal undying devotion yes they swear
Make pretend like in the movies And do another dig in the dark, c'mon (Please baby, please baby, please) Maybe you can be like Rambo And give me a tank
