ABOUT THIS. WE CAN BE BUDS, BUT YOU?VE GOTTA GET OVER THIS CRUSH THING. FREDDIE: I AM OVER IT. SERIOUSLY. I?M IN LOVE YOU, YOU JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS
Rush, rush rush, rush Rush, rush, rush I hold your attention, protect yourself at all time This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Sweep
own You say you should be yourself, your label tell you that ya wrong Should of known (known), I'm takin another trip to the 'Tone 'Cause they loved you
m bent, it's the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around
see 'em when they takin her Though she kinda knew What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six
not in town I can't, but can love you But that's no reason to feel blue I've got lots of doing I can't sleep with you Key to cool my love Cause baby
You run yourself ragged tryin' to be strong You feel bad when you done nothin' wrong Love got all confused with anger and pride So much abuse on such
buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues
, Ruby Blue Nobody cares anyway If you play the painted lady Four and more Five and six Who would have believed It would come to this Look what you do Oh, Ruby Blue
I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails Across the bleak terrain Like the hexagram of the
fish scale Now if you cook it yourself you get extras Dub that shit to death with this dub thang Only a few niggas left with this love mang So we cop
that? I mean, we?ve got crack on the streets. And brother I know you got a coupla? six-packs in your fridge and baby, get yourself to AA ?cause I can
mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be Fallin Fallin Fallin You played yourself (x4) Yo pack my bags cause I'm out of here My momma don't love
like O.J. you all die I snack on motherfuckers like a bone Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was bown Not to ever love a bitch Learned