a rap lord I even write my rhymes on a blackboard To get specific to probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan It's simple, I'm a round it
the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big
ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I am most quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a script I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips that
Why can't we get along And take all the funky tones And make up a funky song That be bangin' on and on Make me mad when I see ya sad With the same
It deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup I'm really not, and I don't really think I am But I'm convinced, that I can make a funky jam So if
the noise and just swing it And party people, sing it Treat me right, I'll treat you good Treat me right, I'll treat you good Treat me right, I'll treat
tilt I said, "What should I do, what should I do, should I step Like stairs, cause I care? And I want you, Cat I want you, Cat I want you, Cat I want you I
t stop I got mad styles you better sit and watch I can kick it like he-he then I'll grab my crotch yo it's 1993 I mean nineteem-ninety-Shaq whatever year it
Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king Down for the brown, I'll show it 'cause I know it is The brown crowd vida esta loco thing And I'm the Mexican
a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply, I think, I
more I play by ear, I love to steer The alfa romeo from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride 'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I
me coming through The spreaker. hit it mark, 45 king I am a bill, yes I'm only a bill when It's time to ill I get ill and time to chill I chill, my
have my family I am samantha, i'm a MC rappin with my family love is the word I chose to use I spread it around like it's the news I do the booty shake
I'm about to do to 'em It would make the devil sick, I sharpen my blade I'm frontin' to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade The doorbell rings I
will stand I come to you all knew, my crew is true Do what I do, I do since eighty-two I got the rhyme, get mine, I got to climb I won't retire, get
I'm snap happy [CHORUS] Am I snap happy? (mh-hm) Tell me am I snap happpy? (mh-hm) Tell me am I snap happpy? (mh-hm) Yo, tell me am I snap happpy? (mh
my head down straight dependin' on y'all [Soopafly] The call me Honcho I like to Spark-le I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal Am I a star