can't really say Don't ask my neighbors Don't ask the friends I hang around Don't be afraid to come to me Don't ask my neighbors, come to me Don't be
die, What a tragedy, I'm so terrified. Daydreamers please wake up, We can't sleep no more. Love, don't make no sense, Ask your neighbor, The winds have
make me come, go and ask Luda And women cheat better than men, we don't disturb them My motto is what they don't know won't hurt them We just doin'
a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper You heard
tea? They don't know you're not with me What shall I say? What shall I say When the phone rings and someone asks for you They don't know I ask for you
LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about
I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste of Chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor
my tool Smashin with that magnum n the red white n blue They ask me for money Tryna bribe me and all They let them dogs eat me out my fuckin nuts Don
What'chu think your man for? When the neighbors ask what's that thumpin' Just tell 'em nothin', then walk the walk, yeah Guess there're things we can't
your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it til your top blown nigga This is my crew you gets
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation Through the radio stations Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy Like I don't know when to
met me, so don't hate her I'm an entertainer and a master manipulator Short Dog, let them know Just how the game really goes I don't think they know
I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault In
got to do is just Chorus Don't stop now, can't stop now (x4) I wanna put a a-p-P, out on my c-a-T 'cause I'm horney, and I want it kinda b-a-D You
My neighbor loose it Po-po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music My over head $60,000 a month total What else? Conducting business on my sidekick T
've never seen one The K.U.S.H. keeps you so high that you can't concentrate Dave Chapelle, is down with us Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one KRS
for everything to rock You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got Fools got game floss and drop names My move's faster than a runaway train Fuck the world don't ask
