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M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down
Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga
Aiyyo I pray to the God MC
Like zero to 60 m.p.h.
It's a thin line between love and hate
And fuck the world
'cause I ain't here to stay (bitch)
[CHORUS]
[Lil Jon]
Hey
Scottsdale and the east pain
Leuder's Park and A-P is comin' right is at
Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the cabbage patch
B-B-P, B-S-V, a hundred
Kaali oonki gaadi jee m gear teesra
Mukhde p chashma kamaal laag'h s
Oonki saadgi n fail karya faishnaa ka daur
Gail mitraan k haansda bawaal laag'h
Livin' through this shit I'm in nigga stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back
I'm
professor
I ain't got no P.H.D.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q
Divorce me C.O.D
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My name's Malike the Phife from freak
It's on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E I rule
TLC up in the house
Crazy Sexy Cool
Ya know what I'm sayin'
the living room)"
"Freeze!"
"Where you at?"
[Master P]
Im rolling 90 M-P-H
But you can't catch P not even with a blind date
??? and if it try to date me I'll
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got loose!
Dat dat dat dat dat dat datt
Shawty
professor
I ain't got no P.H.D.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q
Divorce me C.O.D
suttin'
And break me off wit some of the O's or suttin'
The M-e-m-p-h man, Memph Bleek don't play
We all gotta eat Swiss Beats make ?em say
Money Drugs
Baby do your thang
Shawty get loose!
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got
Baby do your thang
Shawty get loose!
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got
Baby do your thang
Shawty get loose!
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got
Let's get this on, let's get this on
We can get this pimpin'
Roll the dice
We can get this mackin'
From P H I L L why
All the way to L be see, that
the thing I really love is
To get down with the band
Oh boy, ain't no rookies on this record
I say my name is b-O-C-E-P-H-U-S
Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job
*chorus*
We say dem niggaz P.H.
But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no
Me rather stack more papes
And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'
Revenues,
Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job
control of you
Yeah yeah
H O P E
H O P E
H O P E
Baby I'm hoping for it
You just walk
Baby put your feelings on me
When you said
All of your whole friends
control of you
Yeah
Yeah
H-O-P-E
H-O-P-E
H-O-P-E
Baby I'm hoping for it
You just walk
Baby put your feelings on me
When you said
All of your friends they
Blvck $h33p (Blvck $h33p, Blvck $h33p)
No luck (No luck)
Yeah
Zombie in the flesh
Restless as it gets
Wasting till the day that ends the beat behind
afraid of loosing you
I'm afraid of just what you'll do
Cause I'm the prettiest liar and I'll only pay you compliments
To lower your guard
H e l p m e
M e
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