's having a heatstroke Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red and jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows, then I'm back with a big
together/got a condo up in C.C./ A water bed/big screen t.v./ He getting money but he ain?t savin none up/ Dropped a grip/bought his big new dodge truck
niggas on the corner Sellin' drugs for the thugs, yes sir For the thugs and the boys down south Much love for the thugs, yes sir For the thugs and the boys in the city
nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
the sky Way past cloud number nine Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime Everything looking fine in the Gump city
All the gold and silver are being stolen away Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth
the gold and silver are being stolen away Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his mind He made it to Kansas City, Twelfth Street
the country (Verse 4) At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys
country (Verse 4) At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys
Housin' all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Takin' out MC's with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys
New York City When the band finished playing they howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner then danced through the night The boys
Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? How ya gonna act when nappy roots in your city? Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? How ya
New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys
s your fancy? Big time skills or small penny Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak
in feces With one thesis, LL Cool J is hard Every little boy wanna pick up the mic And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But
it man (Trae) Yeah this the remix Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4) Verse 1 (Big Pokey