Now the records done it's time for fun We're moving up the charts I got good reviews and brand new shoes Beep beep on my car, beep beep on my car We'
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks It's Difficult
i got somethin' mcs can kiss i got somethin' mcs can kiss when i start to rap i start to rap i sta-sta-sta-sta-start l-li-like this i got somethin' mcs
you wanna talk about it uh let me talk about it i got this sound bit killin like there's nothin like it. i came to rock the party, you got to work
You were the section of my magazine You blew my mind like noone of the human kind You were the only one i could ever speak This secret language between
if you call me at three be ready, and let's meet on my way up to the studio i practice on the beat that's my shit i got here you got there right on time
Harmful elements in the air Symbols crashing everywhere Reaps the field of rice and reeds While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water An
i think it's about time sweetheart for me to clarify a few things i never claimed to be an artist i can't even sing, you know everything happened so fast
when i'm driving in the sunshine, turning up the radio i wonder back to the day when my baby ran away he was sex dreams and denim jeans we used to stay
Illusion of love It's better than none Illusion of love It's better than none I try, I try, I try The only thing I have The vacuum on my head The vacuum
MC Mic People Call Me Uff When I rock the party Bust a nut Feadz is breakin' out the beat Shit be hotter... Then Me Me and He are criuse on a mission
get at me And if you wonder what you do That's got me into you It's your blue jeans The way you rockin' them your blue jeans, baby No one else makes
don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day
new world opened up it's doors Towns and roads I've never seen Finding some places I've never been My guitar and old blue jeans They stay with me
jeans And that's what's driving me crazy She been driving me crazy, driving me crazy Doctor, doctor, doctor, can you help me out? Something in those cutoff jeans
yo' jeans, say cha, cha, cha Talkin' 'bout yo' jeans girl Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout yo' oh torn off jeans Talkin' 'bout yo' j-j-jeans baby, yo' jeans
, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Sometimes, I think maybe we'll patch it all up Like a favorite pair of jeans
you've had those torn jeans on for days. you keep humming that same song. we never argue but they say it's bad if we get along. on the phone you dry your