(Why) Uh... Yeah... (And I ask my self Why, Why? I can't understand Why?) [?] nigga wake up naw mean. Wonder why we do the shit we do... naw mean, it
[Verse 1:] I wake up in the mornin' with a appetite For money, gotta make sure that he right Best weed keep me higher then a satellite Where I'm from
(feat. Aloe Blacc) [Verse 1: Fashawn] When I was young, I figured if I became a star Maybe they wouldn't seem as far Maybe I wouldn't dream as hard
I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away All the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits And they've
go boy, just crank it up (what) [Chorus] Are you the boy, the boy, the boy The honest truth, the real McCoy If you're the boy, the boy, the boy Then
we go boy, just crank it up (What) Are you the boy, the boy, the boy The honest truth, the real McCoy If you're the boy, the boy, the boy Then make
uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, action, pack guns Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world
a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem] By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world
begs me to come down Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind in my ear We'll watch the world from
back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not The world, world is my
-it-up Regal Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable My street pull You even play like step in my way You'll meet my people [Chorus] I've been round the world
know Thinkin' of your love Oh, I was carried away Caught up in an affray As they let him away, he sang "We'll meet again some day" And oh my boy, there
Carlos Santana" Well, here we go boy, just break it out Are you the boy, the boy, the boy? The honest truth, the real McCoy You're the boy, the boy, the boy
And everything feels fine in the warm sunshine When your world unwinds And you kick back in your flip-flops And you don't care about the tick-tock And the world
ll meet You'll hear the music fill the air I'll put a flower in your hair Though the breezes through trees Move so pretty you're all I see As the world