about it. ch- ch- ch- Checkin it out taking my chances ch- ch- ch- Checkin it out chasin the answers ch- ch- ch- Checkin it out, Just a-thinkin it over, Cos im just ckin it out
- Checkin it out, ch- ch- ch- Chasin the answers, ch- ch- ch- Checkin it out, Just a-thinkin it over, (check check check checkin) cos im just checkin it out
and say uh give my D-tape to the DJ He'll play it I'll say it, get the mic and I'll wreck it, them boys be like Lil' Flip you got so much money, you don
Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range Jumped out with H.A.W.K., and started flashing big change Check us out baby, the
i can take it [p diddy:] (yeah, its bad boy baby, check this out they call me diddy) uh dance for nothin mami plans for take a get on the floor set it
the hop Making it jump making it drop, making it flip Making it flop, making them 84's wop Making them vogues hop, up and down the boulevard It's that
[talking:] Run it, gangstas and gentlemen It's your boy, Killa nigga (they know who it is) That's right nigga, run it yeah That's right, the truth in
cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it [Chris Ward] You gotta know, that you can'
why I copped your chick Sis got the "it", now she tryna cop me in She should stop giving her? to go shopping with Popping ish, you might get you deserved it But it
it's ok If you cook it cut it, watch fuck it all your niggaz in public Them bitches love it, it's ok If you hard right now, it's the greatest on the buck
out, Cuban Link.. wha.. Yo, i'm up in smoke, Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te queto I rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco So take off like
(feat. Lil' Jon) [Lil' Jon Talking] YEAH! check this out (what's up?) You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay) All the way from the muthafuckin
it Frantz got me fresh go and check out my doogie I'm ballin he buggin he buzzin dnt want it Mad cause I'm thuggin but fuck it gone gotta go get money
it low (drop it low) YA DIGG! [Chorus:] Drop it low girl, Drop it drop it low girl, Drop it low girl, Drop it drop it low girl, [Diddy:] Come on I
BET won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
come out Telling what ya yappin about Before the plastic come out blood runnin out the back of your mouth Unless you take Money Mike name and put it