For the rest of your lives Lost in a fog I've been treated like a dog And I'm out of here I got no name And I feel no shame And I got no fear And I bow down To the tears of a clown

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

We gon' love who we wanna love Oh, yo', oh, yo', oh Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say We don't care what they say You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count I don't gotta know your ex's name

The power of equality Can I get just a little bit of power Is not yet what it ought to be It fills me up like a hollow tree My name is peace, this is my hour I've got a soul that can not sleep At night when something just ain't right Blood red, but

And as the years go by Try and for Your name will fade out gradually Nearly had ya But it was waiting in the wings Now I gotta add you to my list of people to try and forget about Now I gotta add yours to my list of faces to try and not think about Now I

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want

FYB, Rich Gang She gon' pull up, pull up Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah you're all welcome to come in Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss) Sauce recognize sauce Jacquees, he got somethin' he wanna say I know, I'llll show you, you know

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Tutti frutti, oh rootie Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do Boy you don't know what she do to me Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! She rock to the East, she rock to the West She is