han jan eoddaeyo museun mareul haryeo hanayo na jaggu dugeunkeoryeoyo Oh, mal jom haebwayo Oh, just talk to me Oh, baby, baby, baby, talk to me Oh, hum
haryeo hanayo Na jakku dugeun georyeo yo Oh mal jom haebwayo Oh just talk to me Oh baby baby baby talk to me Oh hum...
jan eoddaeyo museun mareul haryeo hanayo na jaggu dugeunkeoryeoyo Oh, mal jom haebwayo Oh, just talk to me Oh, baby, baby, baby, talk to me Oh, hum...
you retreat [Hook x2] [Apathy talking] Awright awright hold up hold up settle down Listen up you motherfuckers This the last time you gon' hear me
like Rocky horns Some couldn't understand why Poppy warned "Stay away" till the day when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone But prior Christ came and got me on Taught me
bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running down the middle of me
me Stew D PD Freaky G The whole world wanna be a rappin' with me I'm in the flesh Let's talk about sex Babies havin' babies generation-x With the AIDS
before I slept the whole way on the plane And now my neck is sore And it doesn't really bother me I just cut out any part of me That's been bruised
GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Outro/Intro to 'Super Model': Cappadonna] If you fucked my little ho Yo, let me know that then(Exactly) Let me
talk about it Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna
off shots on the corner clutching their crotch Young girls with cash proud cause they got rich quick But can't even be proud of how they got it I know I talk
a hole an? crawl in Especially in spring or summer When even the wanksters and gangsters man They seem to come up But I gotta be faithful My generation?s depending on me
hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation Nuff respects to my EFX Generation [Hook] [Verse Three: Dray, Skoob] Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
can't hunt me Billy run NY team, like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then
With some girls it don't matter who you hang with With some girls it don't matter how you talk And some girls they are easy to be yourself with But
