caught off in the cross And if I leave they won't respect the South cause niggaz soft Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
ass gets hot Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits I'm connected in every city on capo
give up what you love, for who you love Or lose your girlfirend to groupie love Everywhere I go I get a group of hugs Thats what happens when they need connections
From weh day, me friend dem ah ask me If dolly house mash up, mi a seh baby Things nuh right, right now, you nuh see it So mek we talk Well, I don't
No matter where I am bless me with all your light, I'm on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown
Oh yeah, party people Here we go Party people, rock the house Ya'll want some more? Ya'll want some more? Let me hear ya say 'yeah' Let me hear ya say
crack cause she's no dummy Through rockin the microphone and she's calling me honey Says i know what i want don't move with thugs Well house parties
You in our playhouse, let's play Yeah, this ya boy Pleasure Baby Blue, Slick 'Em, Spectacular And we are Pretty Ricky We can play house and touch, touch
W K Y A Gilla house radio Yeah n***, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some
my rhymes, we gonna get you To bump the music to break your neck to You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you It's 1-800-YO-GILLA; feel me flow
One, two, one, two, W, K, Y, A Ha, ha, Def Squad niggaz, one, two, one, two Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla house Ooh, so let's do a little somethin
super like nintendo Make your hands touch the flo', your knees don't bend tho' In the Benzo, tinted windows, if the bounce is right The ounce is right, meet me at my house
the coldest was the black on black, 11?s with the red bottom Or the No. 9?s, you shoulda seen me when I got ?em I was in my house, in my house, dancin
walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin startin shit in front of my buildin here comes the sargent raid a nigga house, juss some
goin' for everybody's on the floor Make way for the loccest cutthroat with a beard long as Moses walkin' through yo camps and striking penitentiary poses A straight vet Connect
you're down with loc? Right All you niggas run and tell a friend, um Bad mutha fuckas is bad again M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the ninety fo'
ya livin' rooms I came And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre Thats all it took and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected
't be denied Nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin', clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets ya description an' sketches ya The connection
