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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
To be all cute, she knows you got loot Not Al B. can convince me that you're naive The squabs will perceive... ... Your position, rationalize who you
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
wasn't no limit, baby We just gon act a fool then That's what we gon do magic Master P and Mo B. D Some more foolish brothers Tryna to make it happen, you
I can love you, (I can love you) I can love you better than she can If I told you once, I told you twice, Q. B. throw the bootie, like a groupie for
there on the silver screen Do what you want Go on and do what you want to Catch a plane to Hollywood And right away you're best buddys with Johnny B.
check I am Sugar Ray Robinson, Booker T. Washington W. E. B. Du Bois, I'm the modern one Yelling at Senators, Presidents, Congressmen We got a problem
the teachers, even more by polices How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin Al B. Sure nigga with
In them low cut Frankie B.'s with the panties peekin' out 'em With a booty that big, and her stomach rock solid On Rodeo Drive, walkin' in her
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,
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B. _Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
(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
folks And everybody knows my name Now table three that's B. Grund And table four that's G-One You best be prepared 'Cause it's all a game you
(keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Eventually father riley b. jones gets around to joe with his little case
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.
send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after [Chorus] Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
girl whom you always think about. That's the kinda girl whom you can't be without. I'm Michael B. That's the girl for me. She's the only girl I
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
the crowd said so Dance! Cuts rip your pants Eric B. on the blades, bleedin' death. Call an ambulance! Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze A magnum
folks And everybody knows my name Now table three that's B. Grund And table four that's G-One You best be prepared 'Cause it's all a game you
I mean this; you seen this Blue steel fo'fo'; the caliber - Excalibur I'm a destroy my next challenger B. Rob, high post emcee Quick to spray Raid
you don't smell a vape We the party Smoke a lot of weed, B. Marley If you meddle with the cheese, he tardy Time to kill, indeed, see Carly I don't
folks And everybody knows my name Now table three that's B. Grund And table four that's G-One You best be prepared 'Cause it's all a game you
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