yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
So lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and
didn't know I been lookin' for you baby Cause we don't have the energy lately ( Magnetic ) So bee daa doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo That's what
in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path (SL) I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the
can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't with him. And the company jumps when he plays reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't with him And the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B He
As long as it's funky....alright..okay [yeah] As long as it's funky...alright As long as it's funky...alright...okay As long as it's funky...funky for
style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't
Spell my name T-W-I-S-T Born and raised in the O-C-T What ya really wanna know bout me? I'm gone hit the club kid with no ID Yeah it's Twizzy F, and
that 808 Can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass But I know y'all wanted that 808 Can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass I like the way you move I like the way you
was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't
gangbanners at the B-boy shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank So What'cha Saying's pumping loud Blows are thrown
da bass hot I love to watch to the top till there's no clock Can't even tell the time but you know it's mine What time is ma, it's 20 karats after nine
don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my pocket's all I ever need It was me, Fred B and Freddy Brack Dipped the
shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems If you'd have played your own shit You wouldn't be broke, you woulda made your long grip, bitch But that's
passenger side Mackin' on the cellular phone I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong Fred Benz, Freddy B Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep A motherfuckin' mack, that's
gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case Bitches, that's what
