[Amanda Diva:]These words are written in blood, on red and white linesRhymes to the beat of a war drum that criesLike mothers whose sons were sent to fightAnd widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at nightUnderneath spacious skies where stars look...
Russia, it’s a world wideYou can catch me in RussiaAt a millionaire’s nightNah I ain’t no russianBut I get what I likeBaby know russianI’ma tell you what I wantGirl it’s on tonightYou got me trippin off them strobe lightsYou know this...
It’s that little Chico PitbullThis my way of letting my City knowI’ll ride for ‘em! I’ll Cry for ‘em!Bust five for ‘em! And most of all,FUCKING DIE FOR ‘EM!![Repeat 4x]HEY 305! TILL I DIE![Chorus Repeat 2x]I’ll ride for...
Vein!Someone point me to the nearest parkLet’s have some funI mind my business like (whistle)Waiting his clock to strike (whistle)(It’s a celebration)Everybody riseI wanna make a toast to me tonightIt’s 11: 59And I can’t wait til the clock...
School ya’ll to somethin right quickSit down, open your ears, close your eyes, listenHere’s a little story that I got to tellAbout this Chico named Pit everyone knows so wellIllmatic like Nas but that ain’t hard to tellOwes it all to Dade County and...
Hey Jim, its like these boyz wanna make music for their block, you know, for their hood, their city.I’m tryin to make music for the world you feel me right, B.O.B? So this what we came up with.I got up todayAnd my flight was lateOn my way to L.AI jumped up on a...