what I think it is, huh? (Yeah.) Could it be. [Mo B. Dick & Anita Thomas] Chorus Could it be I'm falling in love again [x4] [Mo B. Dick] I got this
same {* echoes *} [Al' Tariq] Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna B.E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it
I wonna let ya'll know Well fuck it you already know Ace Gutta [Chorus:] When it's pullin up in a whip with the Rims bigger then the size of my dick
Joe it just could result to violence A couple of shots a clear the place Brrrrraaaappppp! Cocksuckers we here to stay It's the cook coke man, one 'mo
I aint gone tell it all *shhh* I?m a cut this boy short cuz my moms was involved (B.G. Talking) [Verse 2] You can put it together it was what it wasnt
So in your memory I pop a pill, cock the steel If you don't like it you could take it to that level That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet
with that dick shit, Fuck you and ya' manhood Huh! Respect for a nigga, I ain't got it see Perverted ass rusty Bastards, be all musty and shit b
form of policy Republicans you had ya chance but'cha blew it It's time to turn Texas blue, I thought'cha knew it [Obama's speech:] The main party that
burger back Burn it back, into my pocket I'm tryin' to stop it unless your mouth keeps leakin' Dick back in your socket How does it feel, to know you
this type of beef, you can't take the burger back Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket How does it
let me hit and try to stay off my dick Or I'm a prove that you don't want it with mufasa You got the warning it's about to get ugly as chewbacca Bout
it, you blew it thats why they drew it, the pistol soon as it hits you, you wish you never do it, bang till your brain spew it, Houston is full of
a ice cube tray Put it in the freezer, so by the next day They could put it on my wrist, so that I could display Yellow ice looks like butter, but it
tinkle all over the toilet [B-Legit] Money plus game four keys and a glock A fat ass sack and I ran the block If it wasn't my brand it wasn't on my corner
you it While I you like I you it And she suckin on my dick So while she drullin Now watch me do it Lets get to it Superman in the club But we goin
hollin' "dollas" "til'god" Call us And it don't quit Till the earth split This bitch A baller wit' it In a black jag, It's a fact that, Brat the first
we Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic Who want rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek
of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry cause we all in it for the long