style All of it's comforts Seem so essential I bought you mail order My plain wrapper baby Your skin is like vinyl The perfect companion You float my new
[Part 1] where back were fresh and were here to stay so how could you come out and fade away were like the ice into water anda still inch shorter anda
m in the vocal vuze right now with my plastic cup filled to the rim Bout to head out to the club and try to knock some new tramp What'chu mean new tramp
the, remix - Bad Boy baby.. We just happy to be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the
stand for would you settle for less or do you have the strength to demand more Only time will tell, what this New World brings revolutions at order, check
on the streets with peace Without a worry on our mind, not duckin' police [Mannie] If we could go back in time, you could have what's mine That's for
mine) That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours) I decide on (apropos) I retreat from (arctic snow) The dregs of discourse (will fill the void) For a new world order
Let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine He's a short order cook Long on speed, short on spice He reads his customers like a book He's seen this, and he
to This jam to be craved for the new generation Here, this is for the New Funky Nation And it could be better (It could be better) The New Funky Nation (New
Ever since the top (ever since the top) I remember dudes in Karate shoes Pop Lockin to Roger Now it's 2000, a new world order The birth of G-Funk, Roger
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo?. Cali
This game is a joke But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove I move the work from New York to New England New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New
Yo, yo, yo Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee? Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang Mad at how we
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo
of low cash like CB fo' Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo See on the low it's all gravy But the threat of this new world order
Back Britain" we're told As the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. At times of international crisis it's the same story. "Back Britain" we're told
have your brain bleedin' They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands And get your vein readin' They call it New World Order But, son, this game
Yeah.. Its like no days off with this shit man, Come on [Verse 1] Crime rate back up, my mind stay backed up Just opened a new spot, the line stay backed
