Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic
I'm SA moving supreme and on my team I rock the mic with a sweet lean and you know that stated as a fact the only DJ MC gettin' down like that metaphorically
Jazzy) Jazzy Sensation (Jazzy Sensation) Ah yeah, ha (Shep Pettibone!) C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon... Lean left, ha! Lean right (Lean front) You gotta (Lean
a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me
so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall So weak you probably the worst of all Bullshit MC's I motherfuckin curse 'em all Like my Nikes white like them birds that don
there'll be no more If I was you I'd stop, I'm pure like a shore Havin T, FT said it'd be lean Like a flower, do you say that every date Damn, MC harder
characteristics be mistic, you ask who is it doin it, with the next type of tecs running through it The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean while I lean
T.R.I.B.E.'s on your back, a bunch of insects That's my job, puttin em on what You don't wanna move, ?????? Smoke from my microphone still linger MC's
But if a bitch wanna drown, I lead her to Lake Erie Not above peein on the crowd if they don't feel me Critics pan my records but to me it don't matter
, come wit these When BD can't stop, it's like I got a disease I'm dissin one MC, after two MC A true MC, can rock the party Leavin everybody in the party
praise me like Gandhi Getting Marley money and chase like Biggie, gettin' jiggy I know some people who would die for me, cry for me Tell a judge, lie for me, niggas don
harcore Throw you in a choke hold hoe, smack you with the Mac-one-one My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end Don't have me bust your
G In a drop Jeep, lickin off shots at {?} It don't have to be a special occasion, I'll be blazin I'm Jamaican, you know that I don't worship no bacon
JVC You see them lad-ies on my n-u-t'z Down here it's country tunes we don't mess with MC's I'ma hold it down, we gon' slow it down Recline and blow a
s happening whoadie Spectators, just hand me my trophy I'm the franchise like Steve, plus I ball like Kobe Don't talk to me, bout MC's got skills He's
[Intro:] The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like
I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the gram
call me, lean on me Don't you know that I'll be there, you can lean on me Don't you know that I'll be there, you can lean on me Don't you know that I'