wit us Now people stop takin' my stylin' for a joke I don't sassafrass I put the foot up the ass Sometimes I'm fast, blow off like a seal When they reminisce
Riley] Uh, aiyyo, it's time to shake that ass baby Wiggle it and make it last baby Take it off and I'll give you a little cash baby Booty bangin like
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be If they ain't with us they must be against us We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
Woo - and I would never ever say) Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta) [DMC] Yo yo, who know the game like me, who seen it change like me I'm the MC'n O.G. from
(inspired by the WTC disaster) yes, us people are just poems we're 90% metaphor with a leanness of meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once
know it ain't easy Come home, 'cause we miss you on the streets Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like that? It's your baby boy, holla back, back
behind the same ol' on Wyoming street Big sacks, big gats and some artillery All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed All old niggas showed us ropes like
But a lot of people still never heard of you Tell us who J-Zone is Yeah Where you're from Ah Your goals Yo Lifestyle Ah-ha The people need informing
the babies we knew and the toddlers we knew, Said we'd like to get a slice of life from your point of view 'Cause you cry and laugh a lot more than us
soul of the people was much discouraged because of the way (Wanna holler) And the people spake against God and against Moses (Wanna holler) Wherefore have ye brought us
And the soul of the people was much discouraged because of the way (wanna holler) And the people spake against God and against moses (wanna holler) Wherefore have ye brought us
the Citgo (?), on Wyoming street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery. All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
-o On Wyoming St. Big sacks big gats And some artillery All da lil niggas got big niggas Like Junior and Blee And all da old niggas Showed us ropes Like
Matter) That boom box in the backyard goes Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey That boom box in the backyard goes Heeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah That boom box in the backyard
know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world Just like you always said there was something about me you liked
and the little J.R., Like that homeboy We on the grind nigga, got some muscle nigga, shine nigga, like father like son nigga Hey we drive shiver, headlights like