your side, trying to ride Such a good life, good life You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap How these young playas come up and live fat
Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline
He say, she say, brothers be yapping Running they mouths and don't even know what happened Just for conversation you run your lip And now my man got problems
Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye
(Feat. Fat Joe) [intro : Fat Joe] Ooooh oh, cruise mania, eh-eh i take em up town, take em up town B-x-t-s, Tony Sunshine ,uh, we goin in, uh-uh
pull G's Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad Who be less when they 'fess, against the test And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid
high school shit Running through the fucking hall ripping open niggas lockers Seeing if they stole my rhymes Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance - one more time to enhance Yo kid
time I think my eyes are deceiving me Fat boy that boy o'er there keep there hands in the air You can do me like a new kid (new kid) Rocket till it's
ya bound to lose Breakin' news, this just in Have heart, have money, have when, 'cause ya never know when Ya gotta fight to the death, you can't be running
Cats get served, running up sliced Every single night and that the way we keep it right Like that fuckers... (YEAH) Im just trickin though, Certified
and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Ha, ha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and
evaporate my whole state Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete Screamin', "That's my spirit running down the street" The undead, writin' in gun lead Liposuct' a fat
OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER. KID: LET ME GO! SAM: SAY YOU?RE SORRY! KID: I?M SORRY. SAM: NOW WHAT ARE
Hello, mate! Paul: I remember you, you're the one with the short fat hairy legs! Morecambe: No, no, no. It's... no, he's the one with the short fat hairy
Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully then switch when I'm spittin' those gummies I creep in the cold till my
, it's real live, you think not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit Running through
