Teksty:
Mc Hummer

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt It's so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her because

Niggaz run outta new york, to live in other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, i'ma five borough thorough mc Where I go, new york

!: mc chris is the shit Whack mc's line up to perish There just ain't no stoppin him His parents are so embarrassed mc chris can't resist Whack mc's

pass Niggaz run outta New York, to live in other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC Where I go, New

from your mouth right then Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime Oh well, maybe next time Mc

propane Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!" Cause I'm the best MC

detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer

mics, it's five pistols Never miss you, penetrate your body tissue Keep you runnin' like runner, sweatin' like summer Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel Hummer

stunts than Coronel Seavers. Ain't no other like B-I-Z, M-A-R, K-I with the E. Hang at the Rucker, Got a Hummer Truck-ah. Wouldn't trade the busy-boy