sassy jeans rub her right she'll cream Fuck her right moan and scream killer kill out on (?) [Slimm Calhoun] Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons like 5 5
[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to
queen His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
Malik Basset] Malik Blizzunt, Foreign Objects [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Thompson, a.k.a. [B?/Ahmir Thompson] BROther ?uestion, from Square Roots y'all (yeah, ha-hah) [BROther
5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north And they whole city from the Westside [Verse 5
They'd function like a G' And walk that big walk in the streets If everyone could see just how I see They'd function like a G' And walk that big walk
bashin' got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and I'm hard like a 360 twice jam ask Dr. Dre and Ed Lover who's the man I'm sure they'll say me brother
tryna pick what to drizzive Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives Said is they seen high I rather go beam mine Need the 2-5th's for this
don't want no nasty girl I'ma show you the kiss of life sorta like Sade G-class 5, the seats go sideways Wit the see-through roof, oof Rims so big they
do (Wus up) It'll be the day y'all bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave (Tell 'em) Who else could take 5 years off?
up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother
's very intelligent, he's a positive model in rap # 4 Caller: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than Michael Jackson # 5 Caller
fly Man I, man I, man, I'm gettin' rich See me in the club, you better watch yo bitch Back in the day we only had 3 channels 2, 5, 11 but my brother
9ne's eye Mayne, this chick got a big butt Stainless, and this rump that'll make a brother get up Frame is thick with her rip gut, strangest thang it jumps I'ma give her hella big
in the fireplace You couldn't believe it, your mom was there with a sad face I had you accounts, three million with big amounts You wrecked your impala
Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!) Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya From the school full of big
I don't see nothing left Remember I spit it for the bitches Now I'm spitting for the thugs Hat cocked to the right Hat cocked to the left Brother it'
ladys on tables dance on M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show