No, my first name ain't baby It's Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty
Pop a bottle on you Got money over here Money over there Money in the sky Money everywhere Let it pop a bottle on you Let it pop a bottle on you Let it
no my first name ain't baby it's janet, miss jackson if you're nasty
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Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy [Sean Paul] They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a
wants you (everybody wants you) Playa, who can really blame you? (who can really blame you) We're the ones who made you Back by popular demand Now pop
finished it I use the same shit again then when I make spinach dip it will be placed into shit, you little shit want to sit there and play innocent, Iraq fella hit me at k
your name, it's no wonder you can't go to sleep" "Just take another pill, yeah i bet you you will" "You rap about it" "Yeah, Word, K-K-Keep It Real
Mexicans? Black love brown pride in the sex again Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-
versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my a-k I'm still the thug that
had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make
your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you Run the light, then pop
, so nice to meet you. Tell me something about you. Is ya Mom's cool? Will she let me go with you and maybe take you to the movies Baby let me pop the
the roof, the roof is on fire The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker burn Hello my name is Jimmy Pop
war wit them I refuse to go back to bein' down again I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds