I wanna go back to my little grass shack In Kealakekua, Hawaii I wanna be with all the kanes and wahines That I knew long ago I can hear the old guitars
play his gay Hawaiian Chant Soon the other little natives started singing it And the hula hula maidens starting swinging it Like a tropical storm, that's the way it hit
Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me? M I C K E Y M O U S E Hey there, hi there, ho there You're as welcome as can be M I C K E Y
On the fifteenth of May in the jungle of Nool In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool He was splashing, enjoying the jungle's great joys When
Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew
-TUS, or the STAT-US Y'all wanna hit, get at us Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do? You gots to roll with my crew We got the cars with the rims
it out. Had a hit on my life, he thought I screwed his wife! Plus my house burned down, me and Ands was in it. My crew was tired and I knew we had to
We gon' light it up Like it's dynamite I came to move, move, move, move Get out the way of me and my crew, crew, crew, crew I'm in the club so I'm gonna
the dog in the back to the jump off And if he's not gonna set it off, hit the club (?) And who's step up to my crew, then this is what my crew gon'
-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it
Chill the Mo', ??, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't fuck with mine Hit em' hard, one hit caught
we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab Then hit the
John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes) It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you
hook You're just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp) A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self) (x4) (Sean Paul) When I hit the GC, my
I'm a' hit you where it hurts Quenches the thirst, you in the curse Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew
up, Im iced out a nigga play, its lights out cost a cool quarter million, thats how you'll find me swirvin through traffic with them ghouls behind me ya betta call ya crew
ya to the ground, ya trick, It's a trap, Fuck my last cd this shits in my trash, I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass, I hit the gas
say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; see he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I'd have never involved my crew