Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Gah, yeah!
Search luck for the quick do, but then I come back to take you down, down, down
Get up, when will you learn that when you try to flip
first you have to learn to roll
Call control, then, bus comes, bus succeed
Blow your load, put on your self core for help
Who come to help but cr bleibt
No one, not a zero, zilch, try to see this
You better put on stilts, sons
Sons will find the one, but the one you found is me
Don't flush the puff tent until it's all empty
Plenty, plenty more when I come pull your card
What?
Good vibrations only when my dick is hard
So if your booty-ass lyrics don't get to me
The stench will copy my * like that
You listen so prudential
Can't get a piece of this rock
When I go pop, pop, pop
Simon said stop
Begin, begin
Weak lens, weak in the stunts and see
Wins can't find the move or the groove for the weekend
Keep boiling, don't stop
Keep boiling, don't stop
Keep boiling, don't stop
Give me a little
Hot, hot, hot
Skuts get dropped, the search stops all the madness
Yeah, right
Like you was ever gonna have this nonsense
In a sentence with a comma
Begin with a coma
Look when I've shown ya
There ain't no use, so don't try to play cool, bitch
Stump out of kids in blue jeans and grooves wool rich
Ditches are ducked
It's all about the groove

Six feet at all ends
And on your deathbed
Your girl's * your best friends
Show the signs, it's time to dismiss the hook
Cause when the bitch plays softball
She gotta go
So don't try to chump
You get the knuckle for the peeping
My crew starts leaping
With the groove for the weekend
Keep boiling, don't stop
Keep boiling, don't stop
Keep boiling, don't stop
Give me a little
Hot, hot, hot
c'mon, it ain't * hot
Give me a already ready
Yeah, I'm hot
Serve them straight sets
Cause you rhyme like you got Tourette's
Cool boy, you're next
Complex diagrams, rhymes to flex
I'm変 to go and use the cracks
You show up to headsets
And still come back
And get served in straight sets
Don't stick to the pipe
Cause I'm the baddest white boy
To be a * touch-a-mike
Like it or not
I don't care
out the hammer, but he'd be my bgsh if me and him was in a slammer.
So, hand all the kibbles and fits and rapираr our kids get blown to bits for the weekend
and that's it, that's all, that's it for the weekend, that's it, what, that's all, that's
wait, that's all, that's it for the weekend, that's it, what, That's all, that's it for
the weekend that's it, what, that's all, that's it for the weekend, that's it,