a hand 'cause there is paper everywhere. Smiling and spinning; Blindfolded and laughing. It's time to go home. Christine asked me if I'd write a song about your
Party over here, fuck you over there And there she blows Slip into the bathroom, lock the door Sniffing like a vacuum And I know that it ain't nobodies
is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See
the industry You feel a slong? You a killer - Wrong. I'm just hoping for a better song floating in a billabong I spin bam boogie in a bottle of whiskey
can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport
it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it And I'm here and I'm there And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere So just throw your hands up in the air
do it with a partner Or do it alone If you do it at a club Or you do it at home If you really cant dance then heres ya chance Go for yours on the dance
they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn'
Hit you with the flow again Kick it up the second time around We' ll bring it on again - shout it out Buddy you're a boy Make a big noise playin'
developed for our prison system. It is called "Confinement Loaf." Now what it is it's, uh, bean by-products compressed into a loaf, which is administered
time, it's time (time to come out strong) I just want to sing my song Hey you, get out you see, Get over yourself, Get on the beat Hey you, get off your
my verbal A.K Misery spray, in any emcee in his way No doubt about it, I bart it, bart it then brawt about it Ya wanna start it, I'm leaving motherfuckers
on a nigga givin' crazy stares The loud knock in my door had me wake up scared As I looked into my bed she had her makeup smeared Damn, it's like a party
s join the party Celebrate it School's out - uuh - yeah Everybody shout out Uuh - yeah Back in buisness School's out My song is all about to blow your mind Turn it
them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it
gonna carry it into the dawn Oh, but where are you, where can you be I've been waiting, it seems an eternity I took our favorite song from the record stack It
take a nigga arm" We're like a brick, when we come smashin' through A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal
to hear about your 97th tear So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear I am all out of love to mouth into your ear And not above letting a love song
