't nobody make me go change my story So motherfuckers claimin that they represent life Make sure them hoes is representin it right Talk to me [chorus:] x 4 Now break it
ooo la la a oui oui Well, merci beaucoup, baby girl you know you got the hot butter my knife gotta go through sometimes it cut slow sometimes it cut quick it
grown and sexy, you know what I wanna see I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh Look at how she make it
, I'm so direct I know it's a hundred thousand niggas up in Michigan Doing it, but where I lack in talent I make up for it in discipline And go hard,
Ohh, find a way out of here She can still make it home Now we both know longing, how it gets under your skin But then I saw you making eyes at him When
me You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all You can have it all I'm driving
go i be swimming in women and i be diggin and linen and i be whippin out things that you neva seen now well im quick to just whip it and make you
make it go crack Something will make it go crack Something will make it go crack Something will make it go crack The palm trees fall into the sea It
and all the world revolved And they invented and they mean nothing to you Nothing to you, nothing Go to sleep, go to sleep my child Go to sleep and
(nobody) Yeaahh now imma put it on you, you you now imma put it on you, you you now imma put it on you, you you now imma put it on you, you you
and had a strong flow So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John Smoltz Makin' money make the world go round When it stack up it'll make a nigga girl go
ignorant man (We are? Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) MH, how it go? (No no no, jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) Jeah, it's one of
when it's time to Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone So smart she's leading me to ozone Music the great communicator Use two sticks to make it
[Intro: Redman] Gilla House niggas Check it out ('Cause I like it!) [Verse 1: Redman] Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey
style You-get-shot-style Timid, scared to get in it These dogs is rock rowd Unchained, untained, you know my name Act strange, pack flame It's not a game
bowl of rice and some chopsticks Go make your Wu just imposters Yo, yo tear the roof off Yo, yo tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go Chorus Click go the shears
it, If it's me you can hit, if it's weed it's already litted We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it Watch tv in it, feel the breeze