it run Gon' sweat your body out, make your body yell You might think of backin' down And as the mattress springs squeak, squeak Ooh I can feel your heart beat, beat
Powell out there, runnin' the track Pullin' capers, makin' paper, stacks fly as a dove A bread breaker, taste maker, baby, all of the above, I'm throwed When I'm on that beat
d-d-don't include me out Can I get a beat, beat for all of my watchamacallits Doing whatever and with whoever they like? Can I get a beat, beat for all
Had no mother's hand to hold It was a labor of pain It was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark With every beat of her beautiful
) 97 yards in the first quarter (Ah) What's messing with those country boys? (Man nothing at all) Me and my partner dog (Ah) Timberland on the itty bitty wizard of oz (Ah) Greatest beat makers
walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion The light from the strip club flashing Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing We're hundred G makers
we go lil mama I spent my money while your poping that front and bouncing that ass doin what they gotta do to get that cash. She a money maker, so
die quick, click the vision Greed lies ambition, five slugs for the mission Seven 'cause you go to the Heaven or Hell and dwell To meet your maker, but
by this devil my new name is Rain man 'Cause I Yo, rain man Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre, super dope beat maker Two thousand and two thousand four
, when our rhyme regulates It's yellow I oppose, so congratulate, 4 Ever My Beat a 4 Ever My Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat My Beat Forever, 4 Ever My Beat, Beat My Beat
gathering We will now allow the beat to continue And proceed to give you more of what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The
proper respect is what we're giving Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground Is going to stay down with the funky beats Even if you know that
dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old one two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker
can't afford free speech (Mood, mood, mood, someone's funkin' with the mood) Mood control is designed to render funkable ideas Brought to you by the makers
fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I?d dance to the beat, shuffle my
exact wings Strumming mists from clouds Listen, listen, a man always punctual with his mouth Listen to his revolution of syllables Scoping lightning from his pores Keeping time with his hurricane beat
, you're a winner Pay day, you're a winner Keep cool, form a line Scared money, broke money Bow money, mo' money So sunny, cloud breaker Sound maker
drastic murders is happenin' Make a nigga momma mouth come down The precinct's heated, the cops is mad Because they know who shot yo' ass And they know who can beat
