Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! I'm throwin' nuggets out the fellow, I push to carmello Yellow on yellow flooded the band
Ncan you bring me la caguama, derrepente mucha banda, I holding mi barrio me paro en la cama, dejala calmada, bring me la cebada, pinchi barato, no aguantas
vengo haciendo. Marca en el da, busco la salida, toma lo que quieras, ms no la que es ma, todo es parte, la brosa, familia, aunque no comprendas as son ms
to the Poconos Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose Yamaha, hey ha may Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms.
, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band
Pitts] Lord Akil, social misfit [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. [MM/Tony Greene] Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. Manifest [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms
the block yellin', "two for five's" wit rocks in my hand Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin' to plans Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin' in grands While Ms
' of nothin' From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funkin' it up, pumpin' it up, chumpin' the ducks Lookin' ta hump Ms. Junk
it Scarface bitch Cocaine by the pie Got them hoes, snifin' like dem hoes About to hold up Scarface bitch Cocaine by the pie Got them hoes, snifin' like dem hoes About to cry Ms
that) I like chick that can grind on a mattress (I like that) I like a chick with a real big ass, but I rather have chick that can file my taxes (oh yea) So dear ms
I've been hittin? girls back since, "Cooley High" Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin? tonight? Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights Ms
girl I got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff Crazy when da mic palm in my black fist You do it like you, I do it like dis Ms. Jade powerful da project
, I just heard better Up the ante on the game and apply the pressure Understand I was a fan Before I was a member of your favorite rap band Understand
grade, at ? ? high They was sayin they was sayin hey what's wrong with this guy Because all he do, is bang on tables and mumble And doin music with his mouth like a band
your girl right 'fore I dick her Down Waka Flocka Flame (Flocka!) I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) Bands on top of bands
music, bo Rap music, we want the rap music, come again Rap music, we want the rap music, bo Rap music, we want the rap music Way back in the days, 1979 Fatback Band
I was listening to Rush and trying to feather my hair back When all that stuff went down I'm not the one who's in a high school hardcore band I sat in my room scoring with Ms
(Trick Daddy) We gon let the band deal with this... You know we had to remix the damn thing right? For all them bustas... All them niggas hating on Slip
