[Missy] Bad Boy Total Uh huh Owwww! [Keisha] Meet me in the hotel lobby I heard you lookin' for a freak Me and you kissin' in the elevators Come to room
Traduzione: Totale. Roccia Pista.
crack dealer bagging a gram I rock a fitted cap, can't deal with little straps Strictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracks I ain't sweating sales
pop the tops off, while I pop beats that knock your blocks off TASH, got the style that house any beanie bopper So check the time of clock while I rock
on the track cause the track sound tight (So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right) (Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic) [Ad Rock:] Well
pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back in the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase Nowadays, turn in applications Rockin the Appalachians with
war, things ain't just peace no more I come thru like a Texas chainsaw F.A. is where I rock with twin glocks Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
when told I total eclipse phonies that hold mics, your only a myth I own the abyss, low and behold I blessed you.. you owe me your soul, I rock forever
it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it Tito, rocking it! [Verse
me to blow your mind It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge . . . 'Cause you're a MC clown Or join the circus . . . EPMD's in town Total
a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town [Parrish Smith] Total
call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em Or just, bad motherfucker, because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em I beat the total livin', somebody
you've been told but when we rippin the mic taking total control just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription our definition is the shit when we rock
Soul tracks I'm blessing Pass the mic over here, So I can test it, Check one check two, We's about to set it, when the Brothers rock the party, you'll
will sit on y'all cats Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks We love big ass keys and y'all like
Excell in excellence plus divine is what the rhymes states Eight tracks, CD's, back around the vin plates Form, pause the track... see how your mind waits
i'm bouncing millenium falcon countdown two thousand move mountains whistle heavy rocks into position and channel the mandelbrot algorythm bout to hit em with a total
Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion You're motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion There's no glo-glory, for this story-story It-it rock-rock
