T, or polly with Mya, in D.C. Doin Calypso, It's All About Me, so ask Sisqo And "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," now N.O.R.E., I'm still good in the bed
I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E. (It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I'm just chillin' wit my shorty (shorty) Drinkin' on a forty (forty), private
next up to bat on this You with it? [ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ] Yo, let's go, another star The p-a-r-t-n-e-r Of the E, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
on We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa This funk here glocks up, c'mon I'm not an R&B, pop star, rock 'n
Easy E Mix it with a bottle of hypnotic that 6-4 on hydrolics If it wasn't for Dre I'd be in the garden like R. Wallace Movin' rocks like the Grand Canyon
Finesse fall off? you must be on a drug or two Cause mc's try they best to flow and catch the L-o-r-d f-i-n-e-double s-e I'ma get raw and score, then
your heart work proper And that's comin' from the drifter and if ya R U N ya L I P, you will B E G O N E So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones
stay in hotels that be five-star Queens, Akineyle, Mobb Deep, and Escobar Lost Boyz, Run-D.M.C., 'Pone and me No disrespect but Queens got this shit locked D
Only stay in hotels that be five-star Queens, akineyle, mobb deep, and escobar Lost boyz, run-d.m.c., 'pone and me No disrespect but queens got this shit locked d
Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the
P-E-L-L , SPELL IT OUT! a wha'ppen to dem me a de B-A-D-D-E-S-T a gyal cant chat cause she L-A-M-E dem a P-R-E dem cant be M-E cause me done have de
. Lunatics) [Intro: Nelly] Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice [Ali] D, E, R, R, T,
to Luke and the Ghetto Style DJ's Poison Clan, Shy-D and the Gucci Crew Dreamin one day that I could rock some Gucci too Breakout, like the Convicts,
March, the more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-R-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left. Well it was Capricorn
bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflip This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty Writing in my Notebook but this isn't a love story Grimier than N.O.R.E
like lettuce and Q/cucumbers They know who we R/are, S/especially Lamar Biggest fan before Senim Silla, and Lo Fat was Binary Star before I was on the d
gash n ghetto wore Yea 2 fort I'm for d nex war Seez d video pon cable So chek bk d war dat das my neighbor So purchase a star able [Lady Sovereign:]