What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

La da da da dah Hold up, hey It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg) You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E You know who's back up in this motherfucker? What what what what? So blaze the weed up then Blaze it up Just blaze that shit up, nigga

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be

Just one of those things It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings If we'd thought a

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G My ambitions as a ridah To my ambitions as a ridah Let's get ready to rumble Now you know how we do it like a G What really

I've been living the best I can Ever since my life began Won't be no stranger Some fools don't know what's right from wrong But somehow those folks belong Me, I travel all I'm worth But I still remain a stranger on this earth Some people gloom, other

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

You gotta hold on to somethin' that you believe, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Hold on to somethin' that makes you feel alright.... The gold verandah in the dark has gone down to the metal man. No better time to leave the ground And maybe