Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I attack
love [Ghostface Killah, (U-God)] Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors
he won't Oh wonder that love Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty Lost on the dance floors, I'll
on? How the fuck you got Shawn? I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance Rubberband man before T.I. was King of New York like B.I. was B.K
me-to-you) Girl's battery box is not just I'm the Bad Boy style with a soldier She didn't get your hands on my shoulder Make me laugh girl Give me a
kings Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up Now get your back up off the wall Dance, come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance
drive But all you girls with 9 to 5's dance with pride This is the USA, great to be alive Great watch the videos with them big ol' thighs Brown and
d Then i went and clowned the industry with ICP Through up the 313, to let them know it was me Esham is dope ho im the king of the D I stole a fuckin
go Yo, D that's me, the King, the MC Rhyme get mine on the TOP Can another MC ever rock this beat? Hell, yeah It's like the A the B to the C, it's easier
I fill him with venom And have him chillin' and drilling me from the night to the morn' Baby, you gotta be taking over me, part of me, pardon me After
the incredible hulk yall niggas fuckin with the best yall never should of put my rhymes with KLC, Craig B., Mo B. Dick, swamp nigga gold getter mista
one-six With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill (C'mon man) Put me on the porch
yall.. ..like it yall... Like it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it yall? Well, I'm the s-c double-o b-l-o-v-e-r- uh. Ladies come to me
on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk A French maid, foreign chef A big house with king size bed You've
brother me, cause I ain't your kin I'm aimin for the end, and I'm off that gin Tee came to separate boys from the men If I see another dance step, I'm
king tee] Yo pooh, let's.. drop.. some.. Bass, to make the walls shake And vibrate the floor, just like an earthquake King tee is back again, but with
my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Martin Luetta King. Jr, startin' All that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya B I was a lie, he probably had a two tone With
Put Her On Wayne's Plate Watcha Know Bout Having Syrup Being Poured On That Pancake Nasty As I Wanna Be Or Nasty As You Like Me To B I Hope You Like Me
