Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Colorado Wud up mother fucker, 303, new shit What place? yeah, yeah, take a leaver, 303, king the strong man Call around
my mama cry, don't cry mama, dry ya tears mama :A.B: Guns Dont Kill People, People Kill People. Ignorance Is The Number 1 Disease In The World, Dont B
king of all Mc's come and nab my crown, other Mc's never gonna lock this down, 'cause im back and I'm phat and I'm a bad boy now! [ROCKY-B:] Step on
think bad Cause the people ride fast I got 5 strikes I'm going out with a blast Cash in your life nigga When you playing with me I'll give you work Break
is in the house, whatchyu gonna do? Jazzy Jay in the house Bad Brains in the house Original Concept in the house Good night Amsterdam Now I want you all to break
have to do no-body work The minute I come on stage and take position A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh I start to swingin it, puttin my bad
't so Superman don't fly Did all with strings Elvis Presley died They deep fried the King Like some tacky cheesy bathing beauty Dancing on the beach in a bad B
watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck See me on the streets 'bra, I'll break yo'
them faces still on the throne Haters leave us alone cause Willie will break your bones Bushwick brought the patrone and Devin still getting blown A.B
to all the Hoggs them faces still on the throne Haters leave us alone cause Willie will break your bones Bushwick brought the patrone and Devin still getting blown A.B
just wasnt too clear, He was liven confused Used to break all the rules, used to eat all the blues He was actin a fool, it was all bad news Until one
Dance like Micheal Jackson (Break, Break y'all) Dance like Micheal Jackson (to the beat y'all) Dance like Micheal Jackson (Break, Break y'all) Dance like
a fuse, and now it ain't the same They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game They samplin' the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit That's why to me, R&B
't take it My girls hate it When I go to clubs and stay out late She think I'm f**king around with hoes Gimme a break Get off my case Can I be committed
ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle Hell, I'm ringin bells with a ding-dong I play you like ping-pong You swingin on my ding-a-long King Kong I pop bad
ain't got it together Flossing, breaking of the intersection Crossing three-wheelin' acting a iz-ass on them Bosses S.U.C. in the door, M.O.B. on the
Pre intro : g f c d G f c d Meet the king of cowboys, he rides a pale pony G f c d b He fights the bad boys brings them to their knees
whips But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool Acting a fool, breaking out