real quick [Malique] That¡A?s how you do that Back in Long Beach Warren? Same ish? [Warren G] Same ish [Malique] Same ish Warren G Too Phat baby
Uh, shoot 'em all baby Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black, who's the mack Sittin' on the back of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker
, baby, open your eyes And let me groove you Got the phat groove on the reel So put it here, baby, open your eyes And let me groove you Got the phat groove
your own Livin' swell, see and doin' it and doin' it well Hey hell, no one can stop me, I got the knack Making funny matter phat just by making phat
You ain't no saint, we all are sinners But you put your good foot down and make your soul a winner I respect that, man you're so phat And you're all
I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones and twos Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique Can't stand up, need to take a seat Baby, baby, baby, it's the
Time ain't on my side but I still got my pride The hednigga is a soul alive Time, time, who got the time? Fuck it up up, who got the soul? Let it flow
like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze Cru and Lox is your hair remain, I know you brailin' me, baby Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby
*girls talking* Verse one: cappadonna Girlfriend, what you did was wrong Baby my love is still strong On some king kong ding-dong Never celebate, never
alphabet Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid Put
Me Cool (Daddy Cool) (Bad Ass) (Daddy Cool) (Bad Ass) (Daddy Cool) (Bad Ass) (Daddy Cool) (Bad Ass) Verse 2 - Kid Rock Mackin' to this phat beat Bass
Arike- Oh, we love this julope baby Jeni G.- Well you could be walking baby Mia- Turn on the radio Jen Arike- Wait, wait ,wait, wait, turn it back, that
the R double AK triple S the letters of my name For you and your bitch to unscramble on Soul Train This Arch Angel got niggas hooked like crack babies
Brooklyn side All the residential quester's who invade the air Hold up a second son cuz' we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul
wit it I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object Cook soul food, bake cake, straight out the projects A female savage straight bad bitch prospect Baby Phat
2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby
a few blunts Drinkin' a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the house You know what I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha 'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby
to be scrubs, what up? I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul