Lyrics:
Weeds blow tall on a broken train track Ruth B. draws, we're fixin' to get high Maybe we'll hit the bluffs And find ourselves the same old rum But
rhymes/Humpty Dumpty fell down, that???s his hard time/ Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick/ But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says??? Beastie
Al B. Sure, for your pleasure Ayo, bust it We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow, my man tip We gon' set it like this Yo, check it
my all but when the night falls, we hold eachother all night Play some B. Knight, He'll make it all right [Brian] I can see it in your eyes,
Al B. Sure, for your pleasure Aiyyo bust it We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip We gon' set it like this Yo check it
niggas ain't ready, for Reggie I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly Break Cool C out then ask her (?) what the deally? Pass them the AK so we can get
Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for Reggie I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly Break Cool see
noise Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee And my chain look like an Italian icee Redman **** grind like brakes 'Cause I'm after that cake like
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 know Come
naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
By B. Amesbury So what do you think Maybe he'll buy you a drink And run his fingers through your hair Apologize for having to stare But he's
sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac Keepin it on the D.L Hugley [Chorus]
The Going Gets Rough I Ain't Scared Of Your Brother I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets I Ain't Scare Of Nobody Girl When The Goin' Gets Mean (L. T. B. Rap
as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow And last but not least,
leave an impression And ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal Impeach em, then I Erick can b. president Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
to me 'cause my true love was poetry White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like
like 1, 2, 3 Here comes the hop along kid Charlie B. I'm constantly moving with my walkman kicking My bunnions are crying beaving plicking Please,
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
just a trend Alright I close my eyes I dream Mcallen all I see B. Be good Im back in my hood Its return of the king Im pulling up in my ride I Feel Good
gotta a plan B. Be careful how you talk about things You understand me, Trust is never given,nigga,you just have to earn it See my young nephew grow
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're
cherry valour I keep hunnies on my side like Al B. Shure I throw my chain in the crowd when you see me on tour I'm at The Meth Lab re'in-up, I'm ready
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,
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