'Cause I'm gon' get you good, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little play Since I'm always here, I'm only gone for a minute, gone for a minute Whenever I push to start you, I don't want you to finish, just keep ridin' 'Cause I'm gon' get you good, get

So do what you want to do Do what you want, be what you are Do what you want girl, but be what you are There ain't no right er wrong way Just a play from the heart It ain't a sign of weakness to give yourself away Because the strong give up and move on,

Git Up Now! Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping We're gonna get it crackalatin What you waiting for the waiters orders Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating Notice

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

You know what I'm sayin'? Ayy, ayy, yeah Provoke, this ain't a joke, man, nobody playin' These around but they ain't around Say that they down, when they is down Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Lot of 6's in here tonight Yeah, yeah, ayy

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s

Go straight to hell, boys There ain't no need for ya Straight to hell Go straight to hell boys Oh Papa-san If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust