my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye) Hook Verse 3: Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy You can't stop it love it
here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes Let's do it like this Imma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it
try to TAME THIS I hit you in the ANUS Once y'all reach for the damn A-LIST still, this ain't the pretty boy Fear sex-appeal it's Ak, a.k.a. the real
lucidi in platea e noi fra tanti. Amore e musica ancora son per mano se nel mio teatro pieno io ho ritrovatoa?¦ ho ritrovato te Amore e Musica. English
doctor gave me this remedy He said, "Pop it to boy and feel the beat" It's the brand new craze and it's comin' your way It was started in the slums
than a janitor Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and rappers I hit '
far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it... I'm killin it (Chorus) (Verse
cars Gotta get the cash yo And its live or die The Neptunes and Noreaga The limit is the sky ...hit em' [Verse 3] Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win
That isn't what does it, you see. It really isn't. Phyllis: Well, well, what is it? You know, like if it's not that, then what is it? Don: Well . . .
s all I'm thinkin of Give it to me now, here we go, now here to plunder We can flow with it now And I take it dowwwwwwwwwwntown I put 'em under somehow
' And teaching real facts Now when some act in rap Is kind of wack And it lacks Creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'Cause the company is sellin' it It
One for all Is all for one I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin Don't worry
to know one We'll know, it's unscented Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time Before everybody and they mother rhyme What a crime beats
hard, I'll leave his afro lopsided You got it? Good Tell your boyz 'n' the hood My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood I'm often misunderstood
is unreal But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure I bring it to your chest, pour
It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks It's the Liks, baby, it's the Liks The super
?) East coast to west I keep it real kid I freak the flow until it's naked Niggas get panicked and frantic And can't take it I been all around the world
fitted Wonder where it was? Better get in Or holla at Diallo if you with it. That's my n*gga MURS Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It was a foreign
