heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit all you man So relax and ride out Just relax, young man
Budden] It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth make me put that tool to use these niggaz will
a walkin' like Herschell I be like oh oh oh Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it Why must I live like that, what you expect? Young
boys from Pac-Jam Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong He ain't dared any man to get him wrong L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play
pussies off me, will ya? I love it Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge The money's low, but I dare not scrounge
make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks
too young to be so bold I wanna make her scream [Chorus:] Be my wench tonight oh maiden so fair Be my wench tonight pleasure is yours if you dare
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella I got the blue box and the feathers Fuck the hatas and the hellas Like I fooled them into thinking That life will all get better
time you got ass, Your first time learnin' wrong from right, First lonely night, The first time you got your ass whooped in Your first real fight, Your first triple-double dare
Malik B] It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my nine it will kill Of course bro like
my niggaz on the right, hold tight Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol Yeah the young
my ass Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? And if we fail? High speeds, and Thai weed on the freeway When will
] And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping And your nose will bleed while you're sleepin' [Violent J] Don't go near there, don't dare,
with murky mud, the weeds are red like splattered blood. In this pond a spirit cries, snakes and bugs replace his eyes. Some don't believe and dared to swim, something under will
Ay! Here we go! Colli boy! Wh-wh-what?s the scenario? Huh? Me and Mario comin? through your stereo So young, so fly, so rich I know you gotta hate this
Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin'? It's good, it's love, it's all love Got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare We gon' really
cross paths again, until then I'ma be that and see that speaks the truth Believe that I'ma see that to reach the youth My sufferin' will not be in vain neither will
shirts Research your Oz hip-hop, before you step to us And if you step, hands around your throat like a necklace Missed the drum, young ladies gimme