Friday night, she's dynamite She's all dressed up to go And putting on her make-up In the backseat of a taxi He said he would wait But she's getting
Friday night she's dynamite She's all dressed up to go Putting on her make-up in the backseat of a taxi he said he would wait but she's getting there
Fall in love again When I fall in love There will be no other Only me and you In this whole wide world Me nah really care For the way certain boy dem
's short and we all can't be a hero I will not apologize for being me I can not rationalize my true feelings There is no saving grace I have no other
other people and if You think, you're really pretty smart, well.. You're wrong, like everybody else and You'll know how right I can be cause hell is other
microphone check, one, two Complicated for ya, I got the naps that break the pics Plus the props from the Liks Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise Sayin', "Liks, liks, liks boy
Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas I got my crew so other niggas
were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist (BK!) Home of the chrome deader list (Oh Yeah!) Willie Dynamite drop
clothes fo' sho', hook up the kitchen Suck me dry, let's get high, then wash the dishes You get three wishes if you're cute and ambitious Like Tisha and Denisha, boy
[Intro] Welcome back. {*audience applauds*} We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper. And quite
, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Eye Blue Funk Intro/Chorus: Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! (repeat 3X) I got my crew so other niggas
Welcome back. *audience applauds* We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper. And quite frankly
the ass crack And bust a nut in that (Urgh) You get no receipt when all sales are final I'll leave you (b-side/beside) yourself like the other side
(feat. Biggie Smalls, Busta Rhymes, Guru, Rob-O, Third Ey) [Intro/Chorus:] Who's on the microphone? A BUNCHA NIGGAS! [x3] I got my crew so other niggas
Big Boy Killer men takin' they cars Got twenty G's, and I'm jettin' Loaded nine, fuck a Smith & Wesson Bullets made for cuttin' and bustin' a nigga chest Dynamite
Trunk Muzik Trunk Muzik Burn One Burn One [Verse 1] Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack boy In the woods with the
about trouble Yeaaaaoooowwww talk about trouble Yea that boy was bad to the bone talk about trouble Play it boys sound good Us Gillums never die we just fade away Ummmmm trouble boy
Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite
