, it's anuddah, bruddah [Verse Three:] Kool Rock Ski On tour for so long that it wears me down I've been to every city and every small town And, after
to the beach and I must discuss That the night was hot and full of lust It ain't nothin' new, it's an everyday thing And if I ain't with a girl, I swing
your head! A girls walks over and says, "Ooh, I love it!" You crack a smile and say you just bought it! And for your sake, yo, you hope and pray They
night was a problem, baby You didn't say no, you didn't say maybe I don't know who's to balme, who's wrong? Why you had to turn me on? [Chorus:] Rainy
nerves! [Markie Dee:] Yo, you sound like a murderer! [Kool Rock:] Yo, I'm cool and I'd never do a thing to hurt ya But, if you was in my shoes And
We high got the main stream and the underground we eatin good no longer feelin the hungry now my team so fly we like the boys in the hood yea im only
and 50 And I ain't even, on Aftermath I'm just a nigga that's after cash, so I'ma show my ass I'm representing, for the Lone Start State And I couldn'
the golden rule, and made me lose my cool Now this is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking
!) And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain [Mike D] Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!) On the trill you dummies! Froze up the whole block on dots and
you boys know, about that S.U.C. This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T [H.A.W.K.] On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts Squash all chit
Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke and Pokey Clay-Doe and Mike D, Paul and Big E Hill and Country, Z-Ro
it ain't love Fat Pat Where them boys from the ghetto, put the South on the map 'Fore my world come to an end, I go and cop me a Benz 600, got around
of the rainbow Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious bout mine And in 199'grind, it's my time to shine I'm lyrically inclined, to put boys to shame And as
nigga, we gon' keep on In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on With the bang and the chain and the piece on Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on [Chorus
and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives And besides
the bitches walked by and my dick popped out Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat Nibble on this dick, make
a bulldagging ass bitch I know your sister, and the bitch ain't shit She slayed me and all the boys And even sucked our dicks Jack and Jill went up the
of chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying to see who's looking from the corner of my eyes On my P's and Q's, and aware of my shit The coast was clear
