Lyrics:
[Speaking:]
Yeah
That feels sexy right there
Yea, feel us on this one
B. McKnight
Rettin and Bah
Uh, this is not another love song
[Verse 1:]
See, I
s'il vous plait, they don't know nothing down in St. Tropez.
Baby don't leave L. A.
I heard it said that you had it made with you movie star, but,
P. Spector, B. Mann, C. Well
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before in your finger tips
You
twilight zone
My time is mine and they know they can't get
J. B. tool me you got to hit and he quitted
I'm never gonna go where you want me to go,
twilight zone
My time is mine and they know they can't get
J. B. tool me you got to hit and he quitted
I'm never gonna go where you want me to go,
Through di weed
You know discover Bob Marley
Through di weed
You know discover Tosh and Bunny
Through di weed
You know discover di great Buju B.
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
playing to Al B. Sure's "Effect Mode"
Stay tuned, to be continued on the next episode
Peace, I'm Audi 5000
ago but we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
ago but we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
ago but we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
ago but we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
ago but we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood up
down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we
solidified spot
Only wavy-ass beats you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah,
'em B. Hood
You would look odd in my neck of the woods
If I really wanna slide in your hoe I could
But I'm God with a double O, y'all know I'm good!
it's a win, man, the homie so damn sickly at rap
And I've been all around
All around the globe with Kaliko Krizz, Troost the B. Is back (y'all about)
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today
We touched ground on an international runway
Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U. S. A.
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B. couldn't
Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers
Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down
Heather B. couldn't
on NBC
With Herb and Suge or Pistol Pete or World B. Free givin dap to me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in
[Outro:]
B. Right, you're a genuis - yeah
(face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red
I gotcha
Race
Race
(Face the music)
D-d-down with H-I-S-T-O-R-Y and all this b.S
comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now step back to reality, look it's B. Rabbit, yo, you signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man,
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