Polly wants a cracker Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed

Let it go, let it go Turn my back and slam the door Can’t hold you back anymore And here I stand And here I’ll stay The cold never bothered me anyway Can’t hold it back anymore The snow blows white on the mountain tonight

The General Lee I'm the Gerneral Lee, A pistol pumpin', steel belted cavalry. I'll never let you down when you're riding with me; Buckle up and I'll show you what I mean. Take a look back there: Sirens blownin', red lights flashin' everywhere; I'm a

Tell me what you see When you're everywhere Tell me now Find the power lost underneath the ground Let it all blow in the sky In the afterlife Par-delà le ciel Par-delà le soleil In all there is to learn

Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning Oh let me feel what you are Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Embers arising Smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in then crashes Waves over the ashes

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

Should I stay or should I go? Should I stay or should I go now? Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme) Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrió o lo soplo) Darling you got to let me know If you say that you are mine I'll be

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx