John was a fighter, his fist in a glove Across the universe, he spoke of love Paul was a worker but he got the blame When the party was over, we all felt the same They let it be like they'd never been born We heard the silver hammer 'til the break of dawn Shining like the moon, the stars and the sun They knew the revolution had already begun George played guitar like ringing a bell Ringo held the beat 'til the axe fell Brian was the glue that held it together Neil and Mal survived the stormy weather They let it be like they'd never been born We heard the silver hammer 'til the break of dawn Shining like the moon, the stars and the sun They knew the revolution had already begun They gave us pins and needles on their mystery tour Through the bathroom window without going out of your door (Out of your door) They came at a time, we'd lost our principles Never did we sleep, we thought we were invincible They'd always said you could take yourself higher Higher, higher, higher, higher As the muddy waters broke the lion's heart They should've known better but they fell apart Shining like the moon, the stars and the sun They knew the revolution had already begun They gave us pins and needles on their mystery tour Through the bathroom window without going out of your door (Out of your door)

I keep coming back around here to play the same songs Put a twenty down and spin up all the records we spun You turned me on how to Walk This Way You're Born in the USA Girl, what was it you would say Something like "Life looks a little brighter with your back to your sun" Play that one about Mulholland Avenue First time I fell for you Sneaking out the back of the bar Ran through that parking lot Made it our favorite spot Made our home up on the hood of my car Yeah, I when I play it back I play our greatest hits I keep it on rewind Hope when you play it back you play our greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides Don't it always seem the lights come up 'fore I'm even done And all that's left is all the echoes of the songs we ain't sung I hang on Every Breath You Take Watched every move you made Girl you had a Fast Car You got away Good things to goodbyes we had a good run Play that one about Mulholland Avenue First time I fell for you Sneaking out the back of the bar Ran through that parking lot Made it our favorite spot Made our home up on the hood of my car Yeah, I when I play it back I play our greatest hits I keep it on rewind Hope when you play it back you play our greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides The feel of you breathing Your nails on my back It's just like the needle Keeps skipping the track So lost in the feeling And I love it like that Girl keep wearing it out Play that one about Mulholland Avenue First time I fell for you Sneaking out the back of the bar Ran through that parking lot Made it our favorite spot Made our home up on the hood of my car Yeah, I when I play it back I play our greatest hits I keep it on rewind Hope when you play it back you play our greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides Yeah, I when I play it back I play our greatest hits I keep it on rewind Hope when you play it back you play our greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides Yeah, play the greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides Oh, play the greatest hits Don't listen to the B-sides

Miami Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll fuck around and kill ya Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggas ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker And our nigga wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play with my gun Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time, yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker) If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker) Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker) And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker) It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin We smokin' and ridin' Don't tell nobody, be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get done Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original with it Hey man, who really run the south?