all for You Sing and shout It's all for You Dance around It's all for You Sing and shout It's all for You Dance around It's all for You
distance think I'm big daddy cunk Reincarnated spirit of a G Beef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port You
Big Syke daddy wid the Brooklyn Zu You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey Let him see you don't
Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O T countin dirty money with the hanky up Chorus (?) you Shake the (?) off you Comin again please Gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all
with my anal staff You scream test for AIDS, stretch marks make me laugh Sign your contracts for Willie, smoke a big Phillie I'm too old for young girls
diamond I'm embarrassed you keep rhymin' Fuck you Simple Simon, materialistic and twisted Fake mink, buy your own fuckin' drink Big shots sport you but you got a fuckin' weave
that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all
, my God, danger But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now I see you gigglin' But all I wanna see is asses wigglin
? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill, don't you
You get on that fucking block and you make my money you piece of trash Make my money right now, you get on that street and you look good And you work
When you work, sometimes it's wet And when you sweat you're gonna get wet You're gonna get wet (OW!) Work it, oh come on now, work it, ow Now work, come
I wear 'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors The age of Kane and Big Daddy
2:] Daddy daddy, can I go? I wanna ride the train (Woo-woo) Yeah, baby, you can go, if there ain't no shame in your game (Woo-woo) But you better watch
game how its go All we do is bob and weave search fo ways that we can eat Still stuck out here in the streets all of us got a mill apiece If you a thug
you really hate when somebody be 2-wayin' you And plus you knowin' for a fact that you ain't given them the number two She just a groupie ass hole that's all
s wife And no longer do you enjoy, the married life Well, I let you know this is a brand new year So never fear, the big daddy is here To do things in
all betta back up off me 'cuz Y'all fuck niggaz dunno me homes Ionno who you thought I was but I'll put one off in your dome So, y'all betta go head
is a blessin you cowards could only imagine You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than
