the left field wall, we stackin' 'Monster Green' Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay
cut it Monster, monsters Gucci not a monster .. is the title of my young star the man of the south you can call em hell ... .. are you your own by you
and break This jam is amplified, so just glide and let your backbone slide You listen to every word I say, I, every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae, you
t know what you was waitin on But if you aint wid a partna This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon party till we sky high To
bit hipp hop soul? we do Come one a Rock Steady, We'll keep you Rockin, Get ready and say We did it,We did it again Belive in the air you Breathin
, yeah) Partytown (Yeah, yeah) Partytown (Yeah, yeah) Oh, Partytown We're so cool You got any? Yeah Meet you in the john, woo hoo hoo I sure feel good, some party Can you say 'monster
through you (so rude) Peek-a-boo (sounds like Pikachu) Dancin' with a zombie Those guys sure know how to party We've crashed a party - a party - a real monster party
yo, you can touch it if you want to) They be asking (you can touch it if you want to) They be asking (you can touch it if you want to) (Yo, you can touch
your hands up in the air And wave like you just don't care Say, you deserve a break today Oh yeah, work that body, work that body Make sure you don't
Oh it seems I've made a monster out of you You were terrified of people when I knew you long ago You'd never go to parties, you'd rather stay at home
said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6
torch is lit Compared to the monster's ball yo bash aint shit [Chorus:] Now who wanna go to the ball (I do) The wicked ass monster's ball (thats who
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you
That hate you in this buzz You keep fuckin' wit us, we keep fuckin' you up And keep pulling the rug from up under you And what's even more fucked up is We enjoy what we
have a Lear Jet and a limousine And everywhere I go my fans will scream Hey Banjo Boy, we love you I wish that we could all play the banjo too And you
in your life (Chorus w/variations) Weeeeeee... We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah You, oooo, you You
the bar here we go. caddelac pimpin homie you should see what i drive callin my monster vehicle its like its alive. women swimmin to my nuts you should