Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da (Yeah y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life") {sample repeated in song} Yeah It's like rolling
3) (Push) (Push) (Push) (C'mon, push it) Push up on it (Get on the mic) (Push) (Push) (Push) (Push) (Push) Prince, get on the mic Prince, get on the mic Prince
Bristol Zoo to B&Q I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme Heard it in a song, now I'm into gun crime It's a sign of the times like Prince changing his name You gotta
a balcony in summer air See the lights, See the party the ball gowns I see you make your way through the crowd and say hello little
'm on a mission I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year And all you other little
Oh little town of Bethlehem, How still we see the lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The
rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the place Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake Is all
the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince
strong to a point to be affected by every little thing I calm myself when I hold your hand) Mélanie J'aimerais croire que ce prince joli Qui
who is strong to a point to be affected by every little thing I calm myself when I hold your hand Melanie J'aimerais croire que ce prince joli Qui reveillait
play superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath Fangles in my head, shake the song
way I've kissed so many frogs, but I've never found a prince I think they lied I was promised much more than this Where's my happy-ever-after? (
little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto
promised Prince of peace The babe in swaddling clothes In His mothers arms did lie Embraced within a lullaby of light The angels sang on high Their song
one more time The only thing that's on my mind, is my lapdance [Ras Kass] Face cameras on, raspberry lipstick Had to be twisted, "Not really", she insisted Experimented a little
so wrong And you're beautiful with that gray scarf on I think yeah okay but maybe it's just the song And I miss you but it might just be the song
it Always, always, seems to find you What you want you don't need 'Cause she locks you down So are you better off as one? This prince with little purpose