hands up Everybody wont you stand up All you sexy mamas in the damn club Cause this is how we do Hook (Daffy) x4 This is how we do Verse 2 (Spyro ?
the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through
America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of our's, the stripes and the stars for the rights that
glass And as we point our fingers we turn our backs We cant accept each other and thats a matter of fact And doctor who do you shoot Youths or one
over tracks Let me get down and just relax We gettin down y'all We gettin down y'all We gettin down like this We gettin down y'all We gettin down Like
: What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we
What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take
the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move
whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh,
[Ice Cube] Yeah, yeah Blaze one for the nation Brrrrr Brrrrr Brrrrr Verse 1: Ice Cube I got lyrics that wake up spirits They told me how to make
tux that was my past now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun army, got a slum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry and I'll be somewhere
unturned And I was havin' a good time Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We're one day older and one step closer Roll on there's mountains to climb Roll on we
Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yea Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] Ladies and gentlemen
of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh) Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off, We do our own thing We dont act like yall I say black white
a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one [havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life Yo, its a must the gats we trust safeguardin my life
believe it's true On questioned why they refused to do it, they each replied, This is how I see it. The first one to answer was Henry I could work.
that knew what the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang, the whole school was down And one way or another
