flip on my theme songs They know I damage, with gloves my equipment's on I got a cape, like Superman, I'ma put it on Grab the vaseline, make your hiney
a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness I ain't playin' all this African stuff, all look the same I don't need a Joe neck bone puttin' his artwork on
do ] GHOST RIDE IT ghost ride cha whip [Verse 2] pull up hop out, all in one motion dancing on the hood, while the car still rollin' stuntin', shinin', flamboostin' on
my dancing, oh please, daddy, please" So I will dance with Cinderella while she is here in my arms 'Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh, I will dance
These days what's left of me Ain't no prince charming And my Cinderella feels like She stayed at the dance too long We ain't got much But what we got
so early. I want to meet a handsome prince with a uniform of gold, But I won't lose my slipper 'cause my tootsies might get cold. I'll talk with queens and dance
apples and grapes made of rubies That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze. Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes On the
of a prince You got a prince of an ass You got the ass of a prince You got a prince of an ass You got the ass of a prince You got a prince of an ass
devotion yes they swear That they will love me forever love me true But i dont need a shining star And i dont wanna be rescued No neither fron nor charming prince
weight on it Uh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh Just bring me on, yo
a while And all her daddy's money couldn't save her All her daddy's money couldn't save her She was out on her own like a bird on the wing Seventeen
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Ohh Jokerman You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
next best thing I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes And the
' wild An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night With hunger at her heels and freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees, pirate prince at
gold apples and grapes made of rubies That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes On
the sea she finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard All the way from town She watches seagulls fly, silver on
on real tight On the back of a harley he took me for a ride in the sky Ed's got the looks of a moviestar Ed's got the smile of a prince He ride a bike
V on da mic What them dimes say when I-Z on da mic (Go Izzy, Go Izzy) Feeling me right? Can't even name all the 10's that's on pipe that Ronda, Bonnie