ain't Al B. Sure! [Hook:] 'Ya know I always see the lady She drives me crazy all night Except my baby doesn't know I need to have that special lady Channel J
right Alkaholiks! [Chorus x4: female voice] You gotta get up to get down [J-Ro] Cars, I drive so laid back In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback" James
Three: J-Ro] I was in my Likwid cruise ship, just sailin the seas When Captain Hook came and stole my steez Oh Hook, caught a left hook, for stealin my hook
off the press Hittin' hard like a tech on the target [Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right."] [J-Ro:] J-Ro rock the party till the needle
it pourin' y'all J-R-O (keep it pourin') don't stop, don't stop "A-yo my name is J-Ro" - J-Ro from Hip Hop Drunkies Don't stop [x6] [J-Ro:] D-R-U-N
(feat. King Tee) [J-Ro:] Yo, I'm from Killa Cali I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping fresh out the valley I'm hella fresh comin
, and it takes a crowd to move me Heavyweight, full-grown ballin walnut-packer Fat-knacker, cheddar-stacker Tickin like electricty on hay With the O.J
don't wanna go any place anymore Don't nobody care about a dumb dead shitty whore It's just me, myself, and I At war with each other until we die Hook
poetic verse spills fluently fluid like Patois You know that Creole lingo, Niggas bump my singles because they paint vivid images like Marge did to Ringo.. [Hook
talkin' to a Sennheiser Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru Callin' my man from Alaska named Tom who live in a igloo Cellular phone from J&J
can You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon" You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J
-land just to catch the Late Show Count my bankroll, it's Horns and Halos My cellphone ringg and it's time to make do' At T.J. I'ma count my pesos Lay
Hook x2] [Andre Nickatina] Street love is crazy, sucka don't slip in the game Turn around baby, what's your name? Spark like a flame, do the Jesse James
Me being deaf, dumb, and blind Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind Thought you never gonna wreck my mind [Hook x2] [Background Hook
feat. Celph Titled, Motive) [Hook x4] Represent Represent [Verse 1: Apathy] As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box
for poetry A for the automatic respect you're showin me T for the tight lyrics and H cuz shit is hot And last but not least Y....why not [hook x4] With
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke Took a whole click out, and had the soundman