God is not a crutch, you can use Him when you wanna You only look to heaven when you goin' through some drama And when they goin' through some problems and that's the only time they call Him I guess I don't understand that life, wonder why? Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never. Bring it, bring it, bring it back The following is not a test Dj Traerlo atras, traerlo atras Traerlo atras The following is not a test Dj I see the way you move and I picture you nude Baby, keep moving your thing, baby keep moving your thing I wanna take you to the boom boom room So we can do it like boom boom boom Pleasure, yes, God bless, I love my women, make it triple S Let me show you how we do it 'round here And the women, they don't fake it, they get naked down here It's the bottom, no draws, no bras, it's the bottom where they holler take it off It's the bottom, where we turn out, darling Sip a pound of liquor to the bottom, we got it Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, I like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, we like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, they like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, Dj Dj, Dj, Dj Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops, it's the Roc in your area Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area Yeah pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? Brrr dum dum dum, dum da da da da dum Brrr dum dum dum, dum da da da da dum Brrr dum dum dum, dum da da da da dum Brrr dum dum dum, dum da da da da dum 3, 6, 9, stand real fine Move it to you suck it to me one mo time Get low, get low, get low, get low To the window, to the wall To the sweat drop down my balls To all you bitches, crawl To all skee skee, motherfucker All skee skee, goddamn To all skee skee, motherfucker All skee skee, goddamn Shortie, crunk so fresh so clean, can she fuck that? So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be forgiven I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check 'Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt. This empty feeling in my heart. What's wrong will soon feel right. Sweating like a hpund dog, white as a sheet.
Midnight blues comin' through the walls. Im also white and now what skeet means. It's like an 8- ball to the face nowadays. Till the sweat drop down my balls Till all these bitches crawl Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Shorty crunk, so fresh, so clean Can she fuck? Lights outside my window, victims on the floor. Backslap you all down like I were dominoes.
Till the sweat drop down my balls Till all these bitches crawl Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen Every time your name was brought up I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on But uh, truth be told you threw me for a loop, this Hov I'm too old to be frontin' what I'm feeling Denzelin', acting like you ain't appealing when you are Stuntin' like you ain't my only girl, when you are I was just fronting I'm ready to stop when you are Come on Eileen You know I want you, baby. I have my bat and rubber ball But you might feel better if I gave you some cash. And now we look at the. Reasons to hate Lil Jon 1. So unfaithful, the drop is fatal. Down in Hell, Chef Hitler rolls your balls in batter. I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes.
Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own. So you can pucker up and kiss-a my dick. The smell of human dread. He said get a rusty spike and swing it down three times, I'll pay you a nickel a day for. In garlands I feel secure.
I tell a bitch don't sweat me Don't sweat me I kill this whole. Mickey D's Themed Mac Sabbath Drop First Official Recording, Coloring Book, Plot Tour. To the windows to the walls feel sweat drop down my balls lyrics Get lyrics of To the windows to the walls feel sweat drop down my balls song you love. Ooh baby, you're making me sweat. Getting freaky than a motherfucking sweating. Dave Chapelle said that, he was joking stupid cellophane.
People like it because of a psychological complex im not going into. Bitches over to the crib, take a sniff, feeling numb. I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow. You cant dance to it, but they play it like 4 times in a row at dances, partys, and clubs. You' ve turned my world into a dark and lonely place. Get Low Featuring Ying Yang Twins 11. And let a little drip on your thighs.
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself. You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the place Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake Is all it takes to make her skate Flipside, crack house and a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the block Get wild, park keys and a little bit of cheese Is all it takes to make her leave Can a drummer kiss her Yeah, the rhythm, the ripple, without pause, I lower the level The hard drummer, you ain't never been a man You ain't stalling, you know it's coming D, the enemy, telling you to hear it It plays the music, it's time to play the lyrics Some say no to the 'of the show Come watch the sound I made a year ago I guess you know it's just a record though Not a sabbatical, just to make it critical The only part of your body ' the rebel in you 3, 6, 9 - damn she fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low, get low, get low get low! My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? Ooh Na Na Naa Naa21. The lyrics of his songs are horrible and this song is enough to drive dogs mad. Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down. Soon as you let your guard down I get it up again. Curled in a ball she holds her breath. Your world will come crashing down.
Got em sweating like they inhaling on she cops. With my back against the wall My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan. Little girl turns her face to the wall She will be dragged to her feet, she will spread her disease. Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call. What kind of man slams an animal into the wall? That question been harassing me In the mind, this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50 11 times Now can I play with your panty line? The Yellow Windows Of The Evening Train 9.