you look so sweet, Pretty Woman, you, you bring me down to that knee, Pretty Woman, you make me wanna beg please, Oh, Pretty Woman. [Verse 2: Fresh
enemy A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be [Marquis] You wanna be like me, only in your dreams You wanna be down, but you gotta come clean Rockin' boomin'
you look so sweet, Pretty Woman, you, you bring me down to that knee, Pretty Woman, you make me wanna beg please, Oh, Pretty Woman. [Verse 2: Fresh Kid
A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be [Marquis] You wanna be like me, only in your dreams You wanna be down, but you gotta come clean Rockin' boomin' beats
the capital g Im running this ish do you know what I mean When I attack I put it on lock cause you know im heavy in the game Wanna be the one that puts
to shit on niggaz with the writtens Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm never passive, as
and announce the winner at the studio live at 8 So [? ] applause This is just a rhyme from page 74 As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about
Shoutin' Scummie, 1-2-3-4 Rodeo in the door kickin' Conflict All in the lick for the dub see, world wide scumminess Cause I know ya..... [Hook] [Verse 2: Kilo] Kilo be
And when they ask why i aint called em I just tell em im sick Same shit i tell every chicken head that i bone They dont beleive it but they know i
-hop pro They try to go but no, they use the wrong tactics Get on the mic and they all try to rap quick Some can do it but most punks, they lose it Racin
tryin' get you, probly wanna see me split you Wanna see me chew you the fuck up and spit you One of us be wipin stupid ass clean like tissue Hit you wit
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be
me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to
, for 96 shit's slick Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2
wanna fuck around and rock the cradle Stick it up kid, they never wanna see me and shit Shoot they ass, niggas wanna smoke bohemian shit N.O.R.E, stays
keep you inside I got the fat forward drive, live system in the back Door be open and the chicks, they be scoping My valuables, my gear, and my jewels But as
you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you