they do is still niggas ideas And rhythm wit 'em Holla sumthin' similar Talkin' 'bout the hood Like they hung in 'em I got a million rhythms Want 'em, come get 'em What bitch you
, guns the remedy Do what I do? You might panic and call emergency Set your own standards, not everybody can do what we do We can't do what everybody
what we'll do You got some ani' with the crew? (fuck you! fuck you!) With that heat we be bussin Conversation no discussion Hollow points they comin straight at you! (fuck you! fuck you
like ineffectual I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you
you light up the room look what you did girl girl is bad i how do i tell you that i want you without tellin you i want you baby (want you baby) girl
man But you know what man? I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? [Kool Keith] Yeah I know what you
he don't want any part I put two in there, ruin their, pursuing their souvenir Nigga, what the fuck is that white behind DOING here? Won't you say you wanted
niggas ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you
: Classified - talking] And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too 'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me And what's cool
glass with undeniable bodies I want to be a word that wants to be a sweating brick so drink that through your pointed teeth and critique it I want to
don't know the time for action Styles got the rhythm that of an Anglo-Saxon Round of applause then avalanche a clappin *PLOW* that's what happen, now what
mad wreck I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got We got flow, we
Para and the hyperbolas Mad Max beyond Thunderdome under Red Rock It's no use if you can't use what you got Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si-Do These are the
say come you come, when they say go you go Eat what you're given and not what you wanted Limitations on your livin and you still gettin taunted If the
bitch in the back and I give her what she really Want a motherfucker to makin' it do, what it do With the Carrabou Lou, 151, Malabu Rum, and Pineapple Juice You
you we just break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're
soundtracks of what's goin' on And if you want you can get it I promise you if you let it The rhythm'll be good to you Yeah, let the rhythm be good to