count the ways to fuck you You're all I want girl It goes day one I would take her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack
~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
hood like WatchTime magazine I mean, for bulls**** my nose keen It only takes one hit to get in those jeans It's not your ****, girl, it's your brain Now when I hit it
it, babe, left and right Keep it moving, up and down So what'cha doing? Left and right I love it went you do it, up and down Love it went you do it
man rise To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings Ghetto children this is how we living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it
and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
than foul I pack two techs in case ya crew flex I wet up the set in a second yell who's next To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
on da block like, I sell aranathum Do you want it raw? Or do want me to bake em? Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's mothin Got the product the
play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now
you flat heard that you had a whole key of crack One bird 'cause u know i gotta twurk with that Rub it up tight and the platinum sack Take it low in my
head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperadoes scornful
habit (Welcome class to Basehead Anonymous We have a new friend with us here today Would you please stand up and share with us.. - Watch out, watch out
neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow It
other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it
movements vary It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from The fire hoses blow, it's purple wind and snow I do a hit and go, split It's hip, what's hip
the streets, The untracable track "mop and the bleach", It's a check if he gets on it, Spits on it, Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it, For
man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. JFK, state your business after that be one Now can it be that
a ghost Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the post West coast, ya hoe, ya gotta love it It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it covered I got a movie for