All to do is done by you (Don't you just know it?) Baby, don't believe I wear 2 left shoes (Don't you just know it?) Ah, ha, ha, ha (Ah, ha, ha, ha)
real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know
Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know [
] But what about Jermaine? [Dr. Dre] Fuck Jermaine, he don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name And don't think I don't read your little interviews
put it on the floor Cali put it on the floor ("Love Don't Cost A Thing") Miami put it on the floor Miami put it on the floor Atlanta put it on the floor
ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that
Have Mercy) [Busta Rhymes:] Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like
next to ya This my man Boogotti I'd like to introduce ya Well for once in our lives Something we feel just might be real if we try If we try babe I know
it for the hell of it Hit it now you tell a bitch Now she want a little bit, I did it for the smell of it It's relevant and evident Yeah girl you heaven
let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on But it don't matter cuz ya feets gone Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus You little
beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat
t tryna let it When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it" And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they said it
bodies like a cold. And stay sick So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fucking streets Cuz It aint worth shit
aye, aye, aye) I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye) [Will I Am] T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to
lost it, They be talking bullsh-t I be talking more sh-t They nauseous, Hold up, I'll be here forever You know, I'm on my fall sh-t, And I ain’t waiting
it These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery So stop stuntin' homie false promotin' It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya
bout all that You ain't really even 'bout all that And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that You ain't never been about all that... fall
you don't forget later I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper Don't make me take ya, play ya I cock the glock and spray ya Call it a caper,
