to the Chevy Caprice I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize Now that's low Fa sho', conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin' time
my way And in the mean time I'm about to roll up The Hague We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay And it's time to unwind if you've had a low day
hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in
em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low If I hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high And you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low (method man) Insane like
) What a great guy (woohoo) Now kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) Kiss, kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) Kiss, kiss, kiss all my (woohoo) All
on out, that's right, take it down low, that's right What's up? I'm hot tonight What's up? We in the spot tonight What's up? That's right, that's right
Going down slow, how low can you get Before you break yourself and wake up in a sweat On the killing floor with the damage done You can pity yourself
all night long (x2) Rip it up everybody Rip it up one time Let me bring your rigidy rugged flow for your mind Got what you need now Let me break it down Five on the low
low ring tone Roll up [? ] don't smoke arizona One night stand one night with the clan One night, one time broke her off 10 grand. Project all the way gutta all
me, tell me, tell me a story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through
Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? Do we know about your X-files? And your sex styles? And all the niggaz that you think about fucking And all the
I’m black as sarafina Get the hell out somolia, we didn’t call y’all I can’t wait till I can kill all y’all Fuck reggie denton and jimmy (johnny) cochran
by motherfuckers that’s known To break em off somethin, give it to me Four or five niggaz in a mothership Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother
You break my back You won't break me All is black But I still see Shut me down Knock me to the floor Shoot me up Fuck me like a whore Trapped under ice
in my mind, Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time, Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dolla, And the all mighty power of
with a capital, You can join yeah, what y’all wanna do I’m all ears smoking on that head band call that sh-t Paul Pearce I’m just so ahead of my time
up when I’m talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up when I’m talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up I’m about to break Everything you