(Bewley/Briscoe/Crowe/Lachowski) You're funny and you don't know why You're funny and you can't even cry You're funny and you don't know why You're
: (Bewley/Briscoe/Crowe/Lachowski) You're funny and you don't know why You're funny and you can't even cry You're funny and you don't know why You
know it's plaque time when me and the track meet Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R. So precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R. The block
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I
love was good And as long as I let you go That you'll feel the need to come back to me, baby Who else can hold you and sex you crazy R-U-L-E Come back
you are gonna do?) Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t Cause it d-a-m-a-g-e-d Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t Tell me are you up for the challenge Cause my heart
them boys go crazy. They always claim they know me, Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey, Stacy), I'm the F to the E, R, G, the I, the E, And can't no other
want it anymore Yo you gotta sit back, relax While I hit you with a tale of a guy Who would try, but he's always gonna fail M-I-S-T-E-R Z he doesn't
Better watch out, watch out [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [N.E.R.D.] Ay yo, ay yo the whole world gets hot When they hear this Neptune talk N.E.R.D. we levitate
will never happen, it's impossible I move straight through all obstacles They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids But half of my fans are in college P.M.R
gun smoke Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you I'm rollin' with the New Jack crew and I'm a hustler H U S T L E R, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty Spell out my name ya go I-C-E-T But right now it's time for Evel E to hit me! Verse six: Rhyme pays. Buys my food
they need to stay off my dick, you know? Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black people might
want, private jet in and out Whip brand new, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Windows Tinted out I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is crazy You want my sounds
crazy They always claim they know me Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy) I'm the F to the E, R, G, the I, the E And can't no other lady put it down
