Lyrics:
inside the club
Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love?
She gets the paper when it's time to get it on
She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B.
know that'll never do
Oh, if I should cry, baby would that do poor B. any good?
Well, if I should cry darlin', honey, would it do poor B. any good?
the B.S I call time out
Only time we got our hands out is when the lord come and lift us up
Favorite type of milkshake is a chocolate malt that's a black
wanna be
Is to be the free from all the B.
By a B I mean a bitch
I got the flow
It's too sick
If you wanna play this game
Bring your token it's a race
understand
The burden that I carry, oh it's so heavy
It seems, seems like ain't nobody in this great big world
That would want to help old B.
Hey, but
My bitch Tiff keep a bottle of Cris
In a glass top six and that's my bitch
F double O. X. B. double O. G. I. E
My na na na tastes like Jamaican kiki
with hate for peace
All of this B.S must cease
All I am is one black man
In a mighty big white hand
Brother brother, sister sister
If you're Miss or if
myself with kings, you can keep the cowards
Everytime I reminisce, I'm rappin' different bitches
Blood is thicker than water but B.S is the thickest
Let
crowned
Wake up in the am blessed to wake up on the am
With limb activity so I Get on my knees to thank him
Got a J. O. B. And family in good health
Ahhhh
B. E. S. T
With a Mr
You know, you know, you know what it is
Den say BEST turn drug dealer
Wait
Den say Steph don turn killer
Wait
Abo wae ein
his face
[chorus]
Jack B. Nimble, not so quick, Jack fell over the candlestick
Little Jack Horner passed out in the corner
Hey, Diddle Diddle,
knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
You know how we do it
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you want to jack me on a lick, cause
I'm
you rap
Turbo B. is a bubble and you know it - know it ....
Give a little, you know I've gotta take a little
Because I want to give a little
It
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
[Featuring Master P Mo B. Dick]
[little Kevin]
hey cmurder who you who you hang with?
[c murder]
say lil kevin boy you know i'm still makin
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go;
on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master's hand
Light
waitin
B. gon' be the biggest on top, and there ain't no debatin
People in my way, I'm talkin' ladies and gents
Gotta go through em' just so they can see,
hitta! (Hitta.. queen!)
(Grah!)
Here to back my bestie up..
From the haters! (Let's go!)
Sara B. wanna be a Sara T. (Like.. damn)
Its not delusions..
Its
oky-dokie running around like
Don Quixote, trying to free a man he
Didn't even know B.
He had the roots he bought the suits
But the boys didn't like him
(Everywhere worldwide)
I know you been waitin' for this world to collide
B. O. Double B. Y., it take LA, and Folarin
'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty
a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
featuring Coko Jay Z
Huh cheer
Understand this right uh
How real is this cheers
Jon B. Coko Jigga
Uh huh understand what we tryin to do
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