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writer it still dont even have a spider Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen
[Cam' Ron] Yo, yo, yo, yo, Yo, why stay here when all y'all don't play fair Wanna disrespect slit cha neck, spit the tech (Ohhh) Yellin' out baby hit da
[feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver] Okay as we get ready to take off, please be sure to check that your seat belts are fashioned, that your tray
the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude [Verse 2:] Da da do dap
say? Hey (Pah) Da da da da, yah (Ha, hey) What's the rumpus? Hey (Pah) Da da da da, yah (Ha, hey) What's the rumpus? Hey (Pah) Da da da da, yah (Ha
, stand tall on yo feet Dont depend on nann motherfucker to eat See momma gonna show you how to always have a hustle Da streetz dont give it we gon get it on da
all hail i'm da funkular now in 1985 when the funk started to rock tryin to do the human beatbox like (BOOM HAH HAH BOOM BOOM HAH HAH) all up in da place
(Phat phat..) [Chorus: Onyx] Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah We're phat 'n' alla dat! Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-
called found out his daughter fuckin, fuckin wen dey get 14 like it ain't nuthin In da hood it's happenin 10 out of a dozen dat nigga her daddy age dat
's Grand Slam Speakeasy Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Hoc ya, Hoo ya, Hoo da da da da See the politicians Sittin' by the kitchen
't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada Gotta talk alot of hum-hei-la-da-da-der Oochie walla-walla-mmm-de-da-da but you gotta gotta Keep moving there
re callin' me the king of the avenue Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail 'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest [Thrill Da
get busy Cause right about now unno a go dance until unno get dizzy Sean da Paul gots the one.. Me a tell you !!! [Verse 2] You know a no dime in a dozen
and testifyin' To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama [Chris Rock] Yo Cube, im goan have all da
Big Big Bling where reflections off da wall dat make ya think ya seeing things And da trunk just thundering got everybody rumbaling da truck sitting
But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix I hear the crowd fallin vic To old ghetto tricks But if I wasn't your cousin Wed leave em in the dozens Of
dozen I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill they cousin Talkin shit now I cant go Throw dem thangs on dat hoe See you buckin in da club