it anyway like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today but, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast So we got
some whiskey, Party with me Tell the Feds if they miss me They aint comin for me now Then nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me
don't wanna hurt me Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo I got my hand on the *** *** Tellin
they jump off bro I kissed her on the back of the neck, she got wild Beggin me to hit it doggie style Long story short, shorty got that fire If I tricked
cha need, need We got it, got it [4Xs] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'! I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank Now tell me (what) the
't mean you're moving me But if you can jump like David Lee Roth Or pump your fist like you're Bruce the Boss If you've got a heart and soul You can
. Verse 5 a?? Drapht None of gravities properties are on top of me, Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can't hold me back, I'm
her She ask me did I like her, I said well kinda All of a sudden she jumped out her seat Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street She
jumping..people left the nextdoors Neighbors party to come knocking on are door cause the music got more and more Loud while I chowd sandwitches singing making more noise the party got
level step aside the music so you can rebel see pomeroy is here to take it to you the funky devil its me the d, you number one m.c. so give me dat microphone
your tenement Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music
1, 2 buckle my shoe 3, 4 we gotta hit the store 5, 6 back in the mix 7, 8 Warren G and Nate Bang to the boogy say up jump the boogy To the rhythm of
North to the South Show y'all what it's about Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth You know? How long is your CREAM? This long? Eh yo, his belt got
on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping Hit the corner you hear me bumping Look at that cold grill and woman The trunks popped up, my music
the globe You can be a top model or stuck in a cubicle From here to Tokyo we gonna make it hot, hot This feeling is nonstop so show me what you got, got
paper, guess who after me, the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me. Verse 5-(Master P) UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me, real niggaz an
music, don't know how to act music Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music" Car jack music, got what they lack music Send my little man, get rid
on me But I could tell from the way she glanced at me Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me And it would go down but I got my man with me Lord