if it means sittin in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands to himself or get clapped for what
plottin for the top spot and that's what we got Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah) Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what
murder mami Get sucked from Charlie Baltimore And then fuck Ashanti Ex Destiny Child I still love Farrah Fuck her in the Porsche Carrera Make her get
' why she "ret to go" like Wanda then When we met you was a V like Madonna, man Now you in the field runnin' plays like Donovan McNabb before you get
! we got them peacock feathers, tickling! we got all that cuckoo karma connection, that you can use so come on people, get with the program, we can get this together
's complete Skintone buttercream, all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing Together
wants a lil' HEART, a lil' SOUL . . . 'n some TITTY TOO, ef dey can git it, so, les' get y'all in positium heah, 'n get dis silly business over wit! Y
pay for play, that shit is gay Get down with Blacksmith or get the fuck out the way E'rything's straight! Just get out from under the table I'm not a
But I believed in you. Can we get it together Can we still stand side by side Can we make it last Like a musical ride? From Marilyn to Madonna I always
of the people can't you prove it's true Get out on the street and let reality come to you Get out and meet people on streets Get out and meet people
see me, 'cause you tryna get with me Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama [Verse 2: Madonna] + (
Bruce Springsteen And you mean too, eyes greenish blue Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu Beautiful, that's how the night goes Get out them tight clothes Get
of reach Every generation watches the princes of their nation File away until the Son of Man every, every Madonna means so little to the next one We ran together