+1
throw it in the bag
IN THE FUCKING BAG!!!
RA RA ROMA MA
+1 for +1’ing your self. :rofl
GA GA OOH LA LA
I WANT YOUR UGLY
I WANT YOUR DISEASE
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra Ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma Roma-ma
GaGa
Oh la-la
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love love love
I want your love
I want you drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love love love
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
A bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma roma-ma
GaGa
Oh la-la
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cuz you’re a criminal
As long as you’re mine
I want your love
Love love love
I want your love
Lady Gaga Bad Romance lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com.com/lady-gaga-bad-romance-lyrics.html
I want your psycho
Your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you’re sick
I want your love
Love love love
I want your love
You know that I want you (’Cuz I’m a free bitch baby)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad romance
Your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Ra ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma roma-ma
GaGa
Oh la-la
Want your bad romance
Walk walk fashion baby work it
Move that bitch c-razy
Walk walk fashion baby work it
Move that bitch c-razy
Walk walk passion baby work it
I’m a free bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revenge
Je veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
(Want your bad romance
I want your bad romance)
Want your bad romance!
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
lock1
I DONT KNOW WHAT WE ARE YELLING ABOUT
Why did this take a turn for the worse? Cant we have a normal conversation here?
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin bottles up in ??Sue’s rendevous??
Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap
It’s back to the shack - came back and now, “What’s that?”
Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby’s new baby carriage
Perr Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it’s reala
In the Big Apple, where it’s quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo’ gun
You don’t need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him
I’ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo
One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it’s hard
LOUD NOISES!!!
In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man,
Now I’ve reached that age, I’ve tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam.
*Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don’t seem to care.
Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be,
Only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end,
But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend, oooh.
- Chorus
I know what it means to be alone, I sure do wish I was at home.
I don’t care what the neighbors say, I’m gonna love you each and every day.
You can feel the beat within my heart.
Realize, sweet babe, we ain’t ever gonna part.
Enough of the 
TUNES.
NOW GTFO OUT OF MY THREAD
I hopped off the plane at LAX
with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess, (woah)
am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
My tummys turnin and I’m feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was onn[SIZE=6]nnnnnnnn
and the Jay Z song was [/SIZE]onnnnnnnnnnnn
I want to get caught up in her mix up!!!
BRB, I gotta go take a crap.
V-Town, brother check it out, I’m by the dope town
Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down
A little city, chillin in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boyz don’t play fool
Yo que sabo, you know how the songs goes?
In the back, sippin purple chongos
Don’t look for trouble but it always seems to find us, forty
Gripin [FONT=Arial]panties[/FONT], sippin, and the seats are right behind us
Quick left, one blow, K.O.
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellows
Oh what the hell, I guess I better tell ya
It’s Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
For me to get bent on
Hit the country of the picked up ML
Eighty West, back to the [FONT=Arial]hotel[/FONT]
At the tele, bones is doing butt work
Johnny Ziti had his hand up her miniskirt
The late in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me
Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey’s and my boda and I met her outside
Who-ride, I’d like to do this honey to the triple gold Z’s
Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor [FONT=Arial]store[/FONT]
Cause you know what I mean when I’m feelin kinda funky
A sick honky, straight going donkey
Money in my [FONT=Arial]sock[/FONT], jimmy in my glove
Layin in the livin, cause I’m about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the tele, I gotta get some new cock
Ah naw, could it be?
I just got a page an’ a broad wanna do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel
She had a friend with her so I called TL
Smooth me up, Sally wanted me dicked
And Monty licked, so try an’ make it real quick
Ah yeah, I jumped in the F-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the [FONT=Arial]store[/FONT] main
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac’s
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack
We got the goods, now we’re headed for the hoe down
There goes the tele, so fella won’t you slow down
Park the ride in front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one
Lock the load into eighteen
But law low cause I really don’t wanna be seen
Is this the one? Aw yeah, that’s the right one
I got the black bod and you got the white one
So hit the light an’, I just might man
Try an’ throw this thing all night an’
Get her so strung, that she’ll drop some melt
So I can catch turf and hit another hotel
MENS ASSES!!!
“Let’s Get High”
(feat. Kurupt, Hittman & Ms. Roq)
[all together]
All these ****** and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ fuck! [repeat 4X]
[Hittman]
Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes
Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes
Fuck this I’m hittin that I’m hittin em both
Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes
When I’m lovin these hoes there ain’t no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick, “Is that Dre over there?”
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah – I just took some Ecstasy
Ain’t no tellin what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt]
Come on let’s get high (hiiiiigh…)
let’s get high (hiiiiigh…)
Come on let’s get high (hiiiiigh…)
let’s get high, all my ladies
let’s get high (hiiiiigh…)
high (hiiiiigh…)
Let’s get high (hiiiiigh…)
Come on let’s get high
I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G’d up apparel
Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti
I’m fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty
I’m lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey’s
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an’
got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics]
Down to…
YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what’s crackin?
Whassup wit all these ol’ punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq]
***** WHUT??! I’m a hustlin bitch!
I like them get rich ******, them hit the switch ******
****** bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
while I’m kickin my game and collectin them checks
Got all y’all ****** vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe
You say you ain’t eat it - you ate it though
And uhh, Roq don’t stop, can’t be droppin no drawers
To the ****** how you figure got you shittin in yours
Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I’m talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt
Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them ****** that hollered at me
Pop the Cris’, whip the six and shit
and have all y’all ****** limp when I twist my shit
Yeah! Bitch ass ******!