non stop going in for domestic violence She want me to beat that body Want me to beat that body Told me to beat that body Alright I'll beat that body
go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin' 'cause
! (What that mean Nickel?) It's a rap if you eating, get a beat then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touching that
bus, all I had to say is "that beat" That beat, just keep the same old beat Check it out y’all, come on, come on Just keep the same old beat [dinco d
m giving you love But is it really enough for you to be satisfied You always know that you're beautiful Do you see the beauty that I see inside Inside you So much that
body would soothe you I give you just my voice and watch the rhythm move you The method of my lyrics makes the funky people feel it And lord have mercy on those that
worlds that are not I hate that I need air to breathe I'd like to leave this body and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to
and i be whippin out things that you neva seen now well im quick to just whip it and make you pur like a kitten and imma have you a-d-d-i-c-c-t-ted
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up,
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz I was hypnotized, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it
booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
in my bus, all I had to say is "That beat" That beat, just keep the same old beat Check it out y'all, come on, come on Just keep the same old beat
up Y'all do nigga's beats I make niggas give the beat up Any nigga step up I'ma make him step back With either that Tec blaaat blaaat Or that fifty caliber
Nothin' Yo, N O R, papi, say what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin', showin' your rocks Ain't you dudes
, N O R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin', showin' your rocks Ain't you dudes heard "
Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat We
out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
that we'd Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the lyrics 'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown
