a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up/ Cuz, ya-ya-ya- You're one hunder
expand, while drums bang like gap band I clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my man Switch his work to talent shows, I do concerts Light up shirts
for ya, baby So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista Kick it, gee Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm
price, on my neck....hurds of ice! Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life Like lighting herb tonight
for us to see the light, we done made it through the dark homie Let's do whatever it takes to find our way To find a way, to find a way Let's do whatever
211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck Verse one: {lil' ya
dope, And they are good and watch my back, Because they see me ballin', But rather see a nigga fallin', And I got raps like that, from the snaps of the
can see Body beautiful, baby (Work that body) Body beautiful, baby (Work it, work it) Body beautiful, baby (Work that body) Body beautiful that's me (Word) Then I'ma tell ya
junkie kush funkier than Parliament, what's the problem then, girl fuck ya apartment, move in with me on the beach now you top ten, you could do the spa, see
ain't sporting gear, I know I can't afford But I will snap next with the raps that I record Classics.......ya average white folks Drop you in your tracks lyricly I knock your lights
is worse than NWA's was I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people Who ain't have shit to do with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!) You see me
Yeah come see this nigga Come see this ol' light skinned mothafucka I seen him and I'm addicted Disturbin' tha peace is the click Please tell these fake
s whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of
niggas into taking everything, that ain't nailed down We fell down, ain't hard to tell now I ain't trying to see the cell now Or see momma put her house
clip in-a di g-string, ready to move So what you do is put your hand in-a di air And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care I swear, one love
you know the saying You see, you see Barack, you see he got Michelle in the background Ya know what I mean? You see how it's goin down, we doin it real
the block if i'm mad at you takin turns comin thru that's what my niggaz do takin' turns inside yo chick that's what my click will do dark room, Cancun
hills and thru tha woods I go Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas Remember