| Lyrics | Songs |
| Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world | |
| I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey | |
| You ready B? Let's go get 'em... | |
| You know I, thug 'em, **** 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, | |
| Steada kisses, we get kicked | |
| If you feelin’ like a pimp n****, go and brush your shoulders off | |
| If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son | |
| | Lyrics | Songs |
| Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs | |
| Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks | |
| Yeah, can I get my groove in on someone, | |
| Now can I get an encore, do you want more | |
| And I'll be god damned if my diamonds ain't blue | |
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