's make some noise for the Baka Boyz DJ Dee and Hen Gee in the place to be Joe Cooley and Mark and Evil E Master C, Sam Jam, and [unverified] Assada got
says "What makes you think a thing like that?" And she looks at me real steady And she says, "You want to drag?" So she starts to roll and I start to run And
were still probably at dinner And anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody But the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking And
fight peach Take the P off the peach because now you want each and every rhyme to teach and reach You need a fixin, for your fake rhymes lyrics and weak
On the top he had the SOUTH And on the bottom LIKE WHOA Big Sam with 36 off in my chain 4? off in my wood a woodgrain And my piece I'm bout to precious
I like Kobe, Dennis Rodman and the Three Point Kings And Number 34, the man of the hour Shaquille O'Neal got the money and the power They're playing
or tell, but I blast'em well, I shoot more shots than Sam Cassell We'll, pick the chosen and form an alliance Move in silenc and we got the loyal clients
walk You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek
better know wi' vehicle and dem better mark wi' car And keep a distance__ cause man will full y'uh face a scar You go run fi the and dem a par And you
I'm scared and I'm confused While they test those cameras out and get the lighting right, catering fills coffee cups and carves up apple pie And while
've got ambien and jamisons and blow to bind us in a bubble and keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote. but when we wake in guillotines and pitch
got Ambien and Jameson's and blow, To bind us in a bubble and keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote, But when we wake in gulitines and pitch
their homes. And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy-son of Sam, Macarena, Superman, chicken dance, running man, Generation X and generation Y, And the generation
need a mito tag It's still clear I'm still here and that's despite your fad I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it Well guess who's
Westside get busy ya'll Worldwide get busy ya'll Now on your mark get set Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black F**k the internet
(Rhett Akins/Sam Hogin/Mark D. Sanders) Well it was January not the Fourth of July A snow white morning and a clear blue sky We were miles from nowhere
serenade displays the worldly terror devils made They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid And then they pray to idols made of gold Drapes ya blood and mark
me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take