on my earlobe, {bitch (Lobe, bitch)} You a star, but this a real {hoe bitch (Hoe bitch)} You a new {pussy nigga}, tryin' to battle with us Take that monkey
BEINGS GOT DA TRUE SOUND OF HIP-HOP MAN CALLED LUX FLIPPED ON NAH BOOM BOX (MAD) PROPS TO RUGGEDNESS LYRICAL TERRORISTS FUNKY RHYMIN' LIKE E-B-S CRUSH NATION WITH
I'm Gonna' yea Take A Piece Of The Pie Why Not I'm Not Quittin' Think I'ma' Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A
'm Gonna' yea Take A Piece Of The Pie Why Not I'm Not Quittin' Think I'ma' Change Up My Style Just To Fit In I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic I Use A
jiggle (wine gal) Buss a wine an make ya ass jiggle wine gal Jiggle up yuh body and shake up yuh aaass Man a watch yuh body wen u a paaaas Seh u a lead
windpipes Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all niggaz learrrrrn I neaturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm with flows that go against the grain with a
is in the house we let you know like yo! If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow [Verse Two: J-Ro] It was a Friday night, house party
) (Get This Money) (Get This Money) [ Verse 2: Blade ] They Was Like Boooooooooy, Would You Do A Remix With Sona Balona, Get Blowed With A Freak Bitch
with the coat hanger Mad Hatter rap that a, blast you with a black banger Nah, I'd rather slap you with a loud, or then back nigga So fall back, like
kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man) Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly) Ay, man, ay man
water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer
deprived me of my rest Then go, my lovely Flora, the lily of the west. Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree Conversin' with my Flora
out, don't stay in a box, break out Every boy and every girl gotta make a difference in this world, Gotta make a difference in this world, gotta make a
fit in when a spliff gettin burned When you see me on a mission it's commission I earn Remember as a man think if the world turn Daddy want a new six,
wilting contour one petal falls to the rug, she loves me not town crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs and a red radio flyer tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a