down to timin to the rap Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at? Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt If you livin the life of da Call O' Da Wild
L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her
on the sneak tip 'Til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding Extremely wild
other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit Yeah, we out baby don't forget to flip this to the other side Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby
this club 'Bout to get big in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse1 - R.Kelly] Now I"m about to show ya how wild it gets When
-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her
It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to cool out where all the other
, a Lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts . puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet. cause if i feel da static. i peel
plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O,
freeze Get down and lay down, draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
in this club 'Bout to get bent in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse 1 - R. Kelly] Now Im about to show ya how wild it get When a girl
half past two, yeah They'll be dancin, through the night Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!) Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH
(feat. Call O' Da Wild) (Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
(feat. Trife Da God) [Intro: sample] War in the east, war in the west War up north, war down south [Trife Da God] Uh, welcome to Jam-rock Where niggaz
heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever
plus a cellular yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. Yo it's the r - a double p e - r, n - o
