givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's Have 'em sit down, polly
bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock 'N' Roll Break it down, break it down, down
roll To get on down with something funky with soul Roby on bass (deuce dick and I) on two sticks Spruced it, mass produced it and you proofed it Party
Yung joc, sup? What it do nephew You know what it is All brand new *** It ain't my fault (It's not my fault partna) That everythin' you get is used (
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it
it free we really think you're lucky Loves a two way street, you got hit by the bus Don't break your heart or you'll end up like us The band was making it
strong Cold as stone, seems so wrong, I can't explain it Maybe it's just, I've cried so much I'm tired and I'm numb, baby, I hate it I feel bad that
your ready-to-ride trigger, peel it All the brothers that fly to get the enemy fried Tonight you die You really think that you got it? Better break it
it If you want it, baby, you got it Just bust a move If you want it, you got it If you want it, baby, you got it Break it down for me, fellas Huh, hey
rolled on, it's fifty If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long, yeah If you thinking I'm a fucking fall off ya so wrong, it's fifty I'm innocent
thang on they mind is freshin up It's goin down tonight, weave in they head Weed in they purse, still crunk Baby seats all across the back wit clothes
it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down A quiet cat with
come Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
Southside representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down
check out what Rae said Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get
baby) You fenin for attention and i can give you plenty [oh yea] Your secret safe with me baby lets go on begin it A good love affair it aint a competion
bout Sweatshop i see you baby P.F. James what up my partner Skinhead Rob rolling it up we bout to get tore up T Barker i see you baby Already
like the way I dress She don't like the way I wear my hair But when I roll you over baby, you don't care Just take me down, down, down, down to the