You've got eyes like a hurricane Hey, hey, hey, hey You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me
a hurricane Hey, hey, hey, hey You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me
eyes like a hurricane Hey, hey, hey, hey You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me
a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do you But remember when i moved in you And the holy dove
now you wanna jack him Bullets distribute out like Def Jam Let me tell you who the fuck I Am M-R period S-K-I Oakland California where we dry or die You
boss - like a runaway train You can not stop me (stop me) I'm on go and still in the game You can not stop me - you can't stop the boss This ain't no
the game While do they shake they shoulders the same? (why?) We get money, they ain't supposed to be playin So what we supposed be sayin You niggaz actin
Fo' We'll do how we do, we go uh take a trip to Akapoko Got a dog named Todo, uh nigga I'm hotter than cocoa You wanna see what I do, nigga these crazy
hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga
neck so crushing We hit the dance flo', and bitches start rushing Get your shake on, what you waiting on what you got Do that thang, work that thang you're hot Oh yeah you
here with me Imma chil, how cite you are What You Don't Know How to let it go You're thick Body Sick Got That Trip Keep This between You and Me You
thun, you niggas frontin Don't make me have to body some(thing) (ha...you know) Shit is serious thun, you niggas frontin Don't make me have to body some
what you will find. Like Martin Luther King, I had a dream,that we all would sing in peace and harmony comin' strong. Come on boy you got to dream on.
others to listen to their sound Til the time has come as I proclaim to you All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream You
in the smell It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast, 'Cause when you're done, you'll wash your ass So if you're down, we'll hit the spot You know what
