Lyrics:
in* )
1-2-3-4
( *Jazzy Jeff starts scratching* )
(Don't stop the rock)
Now that's a record!
Now that's a record!
Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go
Southside, I never was no big socializer
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice
This game a pie, I don't want
Voodoo Love Dance
I am senor Valasco
I drink my milk with tabasco
Got no place to stand
Got no home, no land, but I
Don't ever want to die
Don't place no
Watch the mama, the mama
Don’t want it to pass her by
Watch the papa, her lover her friend
Sing her this loving lullaby
The masculine gender
Uh, all I want is head
Gained $30, 000 worth of diamonds
Like a gumball playin' with my money
that's gon' turn a nigga awol
Could've shot with Paul
don't trust him, I know he a snake
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage
But fuck that, ain't call
place to stand
Got no home, no land, but I
Don't ever want to die
Don't place no one before I
I am the mask and the chamber
I know of love not
That's my impression,
I don't aim to dee stroy
Scenes fresh spring seas-on, Many's harvest long been sowed. All can eat.
Don't need ta intertwine and Break
yeah)
And ever since, I go fictional
Go fiction, 'cause I know what you like
(You like, you like)
It's not a game (No) 'cause I don't want it
Drum is my
a bucket of bitch that I don't bump
Me and Bookie and Wicked and Paul thump
Lace the game like a track and it's sewn up
Dropping shit like consistent you
off
I want my name in the flashing lights
Rock a few shows that's been sold out
But then again I imagine Christ
Get convicted by that image and I
transmit *
* we got catash with that west coast rhymin, bombin.. *
Yes I can.. yes I can..
[evidence]
Most want what they don't have, especially in this
Maka Dimweh
He find it anywhere
Maka watch his best friend Bodhi get rip out
By a cutlass coming back from fishing
cnd fall on the slippery rocks
had and the boots on
And I ain't sap end up in Aaliyah friends
Cause I can't fit Louie and sure it's up 'em
What end up, I don't rock it pink, I don't
To the vine, give it up, though
Everything you want, everything you
Got, are your desires, huh
Everything you want, everything you got
Don’t need no title, huh
To Live The Night In Motion
Get So Funky
I Wanna Rock And Roll
I Want It On And On
I’m Gonna Get You
And I'll Give You What You Need!
I Don’t Know
Where Do
when you grown
I want you to take the throne
But when drivin', you a target
Don't be talkin' on the phone
You a alien, you might as well be walkin'
right next to ya lips
No Jadakiss
Go Jayden Smith
Karate Kid
Myogi taught me to handle my kicks
What’s my defense
I already said
I curse the devil don’t
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
independent, no limit (fuck'em)
Tripling digits, want to be richest
Looking my future, envisioned
Seeing green, I sprinted (right)
Got jaded, now you want
proof
Tell me how you didn't know by now that I'm really the truth?
Yeah, just like Paul Pierce
Fresh as fuck and it ain't even fair
Try to play me, nah,
a million, no lottery
I got game, that's EA proof
And she told me to come over by the DJ booth
I'm in the DJ booth, I rock PJ's loose
I want the Absolut
Real real big muscle huh
Bitches don't level up to ha
You want it I got runnin like Asafa
I'm knocking niggas socks off
Kickin shit like rocks off
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