suga You got me Girl your love flows through me And i can't keep my hands off you Girl you taste so damn sweet (yes you do... you got me) See you are
[Originally by Carole King] You've got a friend You've got a friend You've got a friend You've got a friend When you're down and troubled And you need
rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table You must think, before you even get soup I'll put you on the corner and sell you
you doin to me Girl you lookin so sexy When you doin the dance for me Hey we goin Na Na Na Na You don know what you doin to me Girl you lookin so
I die will they all shed tears Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror Behind me, life without
still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born [2Pac] What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down
helpful hardware Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare [MC Serch] Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite Take all that hate -- why don't you
I got stacks of LP wax Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax On the racks but my label is Derelict Spic-n-Span I slam, it's balls you lick Ill missions
I've got the WOOOOODIEE! I have the woody man, I have Yo let me tell you somethin man, you're a GIRLIE MAN You're a flabber man, I am a muscle man I think
We'd use a F word, but Ice Cube got the copyright so I'll make it +Funky For You+ with Greg Nice and his partner Smooth B Watch the Superbowl, just for
the dinner table Put you on tour, put your record on wax ("Trust me!") Sign your life on the X You eXit, X-off, but what you really get: A box of Newports
you all done witnessed The Sickness, it's only of the chosen he said often that money would change a fake nigga you can replace me an mace me but cant
em what they're missin And tell you what you're lackin, boy, I mean business Stupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell no I couldn't be touched even if you
for me to mingle Well, 'lavish' to me is like mail, straight up So all you hungry muthafuckas pick a plate up Cause I'm about to feed you some dope shit
, you can't bruise me I'm a leader, so start followin me Numero uno, the one they call Icee B Young gangster by the age of 15 You wanna battle me? You
life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause
got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga
me, they always callin' me crazy Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you