Texty:
Bottom Line Rocks 1 3 2 3

Goodbye and hello, Burn, heal, but break through the bone, And as the screen fades to gray, Let loose on childhood games. Blow through sky high, The

the top, not the bottom or the middle We're the freshest, the deffest, the best, Jeff, cut it up a little (Oh, I get it, you wanna dance!) [ VERSE 3

Umm, alright You hang up first No, you hang up first No, you hang up first No, you hang up first On the count of three both hang up 1, 2, 3, still there

flame, Dre created The Game, Nigga with attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock

[Verse 1: Nelly] Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm automatical, infatical, radical even I wanna clearr all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in I'm leavin' nothin

Mic check 1, 2 on the way to 3rd Flow sick Put a straight jacket on my words So sick they think that somethings in the herb They think I'm gone But

fuss now Cause I'm a superstar yeah I get to cut now Theres no lines for me get the Cristal [Tony Yayo:] GGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 2: Freeway] Don't

make it to the top of the stage From the cradle to the grave (All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way All the way) [Verse 1: Krayzie] You

Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick Me? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge it Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip [Chorus] [Scratching] [Verse 2