your eyes My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat With a full gat,
the FDA won't approve in the states Like a little witche's brew in your vanilla latte Or perhaps Filet of Dog in a Malaysian cafe If I was a cook I would probably take a
(by Nick Cave) It's up in the morning And on the downs Little white clouds Like gambolling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin
rough Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you're handcuffed My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like
me) [Chino XL:] Cowards pull tools but scared to take shots Expected to die soon like Michael J. Fox Take rocks then flip 'em, avoidin incarceration in a bathroom cuttin coke on a
to kick a sixteen bar, he's not a rap star Not saying that I am, but I'm the jam I'm going to kick a little not a Dr. Suess riddle No cats in hats, fox
innocent) [Dr. Dre] Ah yeah Right about now C.I.A. is in effect My name is Dr. Dre their producer And we gon' cold get retarted A little somethin like
from a bronco to a six range Nawmakazel, now it's Cartier frames Light weight chains, princess cuts mang Chedda like velvetta, i'm in the club V.I.P, with a
comedy Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahogany On every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me In a
sky like Richie Valenz, Sounds simple, but death is complex and un-gentle, like "Little Johnny From the Hospital" smoking dust in a hovercraft rental
have a chance to blast back Eyes bloodshot and Puffy, and got up like Scarface (Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend") Lettin' off a Dirty Dozen, now it's a
t give a shit though (hoe I don't give a shit though) And then I made her eat a dick though (and then I made her eat a dick slow) Bitch I don't give a
a park Found about Jody round the corner in the park Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news Practising the range, bellowing the blues Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a
repeat] Me and you come over, we do it like the cha-cha, just like we at the Cop-a, Ca-bang-a (uh-huh) [Pos] For all my niggaz runnin around like the
down girl [Pos:] (Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world Where I like to make a lonely girl feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she
beats like eighty-six pumped crack Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD Make your girl wanna shake in front of little
I need you, you think I need THIS shit?!" [Chorus: Gina Thompson] You put a little rush on me, but you're not spendin no cheddar.. You put a little
y'all hate a west coast that rap like that I ain't Holding my tongue, got a trap like that Two G butterfly, cause I'm phat like that Keep up the hating