Testi:
Now That S What I Call Music Because Of You

MC's must step on off Cause I'm lettin you know who's the boss Now Kid Ice, you know you're twice as nice Why don't you get up on the mic and start to

I hear sirens Man, I hate those punk police I'm finna lounge in the cut and duck one I popped his ass and that was just for fun That's what the muthafucka

excited you Now that I know this fact I'm gonna throw it right at you I just want to give you everything you're entitled to Down in the Leimert park,

're the best MC's that could ever exist) So let's party! (Let's party till you can't no more) And if you can't (And if you can't, just walk out the door

your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels

I wreck it on the Audi Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy Now we, come to the payoff because I'm way off I fuck parties

you bitch? A rock you ain't gettin' You get a bullet of a nut, now that's a shotgun weddin' Wanna fuck cause I make music? Pssst Nice to know ya I faked

Make you shutter with delight when I'm rubbing you right Got a evil grin cuz I know we fuckin tonight Sayin something like I know that you lovin it right

shop. Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane, but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop. It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning