If you're talking the hardest Giggs better pop up in your thoughts as an artist (jheeze) Taunting the market Everybody wants to know where 'Walk in da Park' is Walk in the party, sporting Armani Half of the crowd's all snorting my Charlie Sorted the bar,

Didn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep little lion man, You're not as brave as you were at the start

'ken sy my nommer?' xha! boy what's your number? Twee ses? twee sewe? of is jy n ag bra? Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra Haai! daai anies hy lam innie mang ja Sny jou koekie, sny-sny jou snoekie cookie! Cut it-cut it- hey kitty kitty kitty! There

'Cause you are my lady and I'm your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened but I'm ready to learn 'Bout the power of love The whispers in the morning of lovers

I want my mullet back My old Camero, and my eight-track Fuzzy dice hangin' loose and proud ZZ Top, they're playin' loud A simple time, that's what I miss Your mini skirt and your sweet kiss Things are changin' man, and that's a fact, but Bell bottoms

You're not there To celebrate the man that you made Is it fair? You'll never know the person I'll be Every step I take, you used to lead the way Now I'm terrified to face it on my own To share in my my success and mistakes I only got you in my stories

There's no slowing down now I'm a runaway train My pistons are pounding Brakes are screaming your name And when there's nothing but wreckage and flames And your misery is all that remains I'll feel human again But I'm a runaway train I always knew that

By the way, you've been uninvited 'Cause all you say are all the same things I did Copycat trying to cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine Why so sad, bunny, you can't have mine? Copycat trying to cop my glamour Don't be cautious, don't

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad bad bad) (What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine) Yeah, mothafuckas better know I'm a bad bad bad Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls My man Inf left a TEC and a 9 at my crib Turned his self

You say daddy come home I hope when I get there that it won't be too late We'll just have to wait I'm sending this letter I'll mail it today There's so many things I've been wanting to say Your mom sent some pictures And my how you've grown Rock n' roll