.G.] This is how we hit you like Blam Suit up we're going in Time's up report to CNN The invincible crowd... We can't stop So we're doing it again like Blam
G.] This is how we hit you like Blam Suit up we're going in Time's up report to CNN The invincible crowd... We can't stop So we're doing it again like Blam
the hydrants R I P stack B, I'ma keep you alive kid Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful F N F and S N double O P Gather 'round, go ahead and
name Blam blam with the blammer Smile nephew your on candit camera, film at eleven Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-
Don) [R Kelly:] What up charles, hey baby [Keysha Coles:] Hey Baby [R Kelly:] Girl i been missin you like crazy [Keysha Coles:] Miss you To [R Kelly:]
with white walls, we ride Benz with mags Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds Y-D to O-G, the game chose me R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G We never
Pharrell Williams] All the mother fuckers in the hood that's really ghetto and gangster [Peter Gunz] Gunz, Tariq, Angie & N.E.R.D. [Pharrell Williams]
guna get shown I dnt give a **** Guna reach the top Garage, r.n.b, round hip-hop Come a specialist mc U dnt no me Y they call me R they roll wen I change
with bad grammar I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers The clip in the
know a nigga never put a pencil on a beat Spring fresh, At the spring fest Perfect attendence motherfucker, We bling best Huh, This a bossed up king set Is r
Drunken Master] "Throw it up Throw it up, nigga Wha-what-what? Yo, y-yo, yo!" Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E, world-wide, international, V.I.P. Urban legends
K-S-O-L-O to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L People all out there can T-E-L-L Rhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-L For those who don't believe
so bright She want my number shit call me tonight Pick up the phone like [Hurricane Chris:] Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em
caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds Y-D to O-G, the game chose me R-U-L-E the INC. and I
revolver shots when you pop 'em Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! (BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin [Chorus: M.O.P.] (FI-YAHHHHHHH) Wha, whoo,
on! St. Louis what is that sound (come on) O-Town what is that sound (tell me somethin' man) N.O. what is that sound (tell me somethin' man) Georgia
