We wont get hit by a fuckin truck Its a shame what happened to Brian D Such a sad sad thing that had to be seen Shame what happened to Brian D A good
the stage Taking hip-hop to a whole new level 8-0-8 bass over twisted metal Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural A mac with a pull Act a fool excalibur Destroying
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something that's a job But then we
P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E
Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with
before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long
one that flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P. holdin' D
Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im makin cake A bay bay
i g0t tha pants 2 match my shirt in tha club watch i d0 tha big merk im 0ff tha chain and i am d0in my thang 7x and watch me d0 tha rick james [verse
they knew I had it cracking B One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B.E.T?" Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling Knock on the
V.i.p is b-e-d or the backseat of my ride Fog up my windows so they can't see from outside You can call my daddy I'm a call you baby Girl you can get
feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D.,
a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
m Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to Lord Finesse And I'd like to give shouts to my peeps Shorty
't for the rappin', we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin
, sweet with a touch of class No head, no backstage Pass Funk used to be a bad word to you I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two So free
