is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects
, beep, oh look, now there goes my phone And once again I'm just hoping it's a text from you It ain't right, I read your messages twice, thrice Four times
let me know, and the grass still grow, even if you mow. Ia??m so N.O. [New Orleans], I hope I live until Ia??m five hundred and four. [whisper]Thata??
Hide in the bayou under the gun Been to the house of the rising sun Come down here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Chorus
U Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin Obviously, you ain't got a clue It's the blaze of glory I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry Wit four seconds
call me the dagger daddy Yo, she waan fi check me, she waan fi erect me A she pre-select me She move so sexy live wire and she waan fi connect me She
gettin a visa card nowadays isn't hard Daddy G So keep your ears glued listen to every ??? Tokyo city's one place that we toured Four to connect plus
My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm 'n' Hammer and four O's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva
, uh, uh, uh Do your thizzle moet, hah, hah And do your thizzle moet hah, hah Shake it like that for, hah, yeah Three-one-four fo' sho' S T L and I connect
half in yo' shit Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways 'Cuz I connect
crop Neither one is willing to stop She knows that girls just wanna have fun With four piercing on each side of her libia A little luggage lock connecting
've changed, you were stern back then Close the case, where's the lid? Rebuild the bridge that I burned down then Back to an item, all resurrected Now we're back online, we're connected
boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] [B-Real] In about four
Cypress Hill - Fuck Westside Connection [Shag] Gimmie that beat, bitch! (vocal sample: "We Are At War") Ding Ding Muthafucka It's round two I got my
You ain't gone do shit I got the flip shit, to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed
fetti, itchin' for the day That I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four