You've gotta get it inside you You've got to bite, bite, bite, you've gotta get it inside you (etc) You've got to bite, bite, bite, bite, bite You've
up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin
name I'm not bad, nor out to kill Just comin' down with a bad case of gettin' ill And for real there is no reason It ain't even the season Right now it's chilly chill
miss I'm D muthafuckin Loc, I don't give a shit About yo nigga, I pull the trigger on his ass Spit on the punk, then laugh Yo, another day, another nigga, what the fuck One mo' sucker to bite
dogs in the grill Can't be forgettin' the dogs in our town That be keepin' it real And all the dogs that we've known They bark is worse than their bite
Lee] So put your hands in the air and listen to me Cause you listen to the voice of MC Lisa Lee Don't play no games, don't bite no style When you came
I can make you feel good I can make you feel I can make you feel real good I can make you feel real good Let me lick your neck Let me bite your lip All
I've done this a thousand times And I'll take you to my favorite spot in this whole city Lie to you so you feel pretty I'll pull your hair, you'll bite
to go It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit
ain't changed a bit It's still - rock for rock, it's still pounds to flip It's still - low lifes with the hammer cocked And you chill, before you find
s breath after polishing off his 9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here
when the sun goes down We'll even do more when her mama's not around Well oh my oh gosh oh gee She really send chills inside of me Roller skating child
nap The cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm I knew I never ever Should have burnt my uniform He said: 'Too bad, better bite
' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em Fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off To a new height, I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype I love to write, so don't you bite Yeah, I'm
my niece Nikki Nik Cold chillin, cold chillin, cold chillin (chillin) Can't forget... Oh yeah, we can forget them Word Word Forget them Cause they're bitin ...bite
hugging you too But I gotta move on now, we're long down the road I suppose you can close enough to get your clothes and stuff Just bite the dust cause
catch the blues It's only ( ? ) but none else can blow smoother If you think you can grab a stand and prove to Me that you can and will, if not you sit and chill
