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moving to the rhythm like the coconut trees Come on everybody, ""Go native!"" with me Let's do the dance that's H I P H I P Hip hip hooray! Well
wrong or if you were right R.I.P. H.B.
everytime they hear it P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos
pottery (All over the track!) Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R Gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all
C h o r u s : N o m a t t e r w h a t p e o p l e s a y T r i c k I ' m t h e b o m b I s l a y N o m a t t e r w h a t p e o p l e s a y T r i c k I
Fat beats, ?coute les nouveaut?s Et mets c’qui tue de c?t?, sans oublier de noter les titres Refrain x2 : H.I.P Tous les B-Boys genoux au sol
as it gets But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker Three hundred and sixty mile to the P H So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall
girando Que yo encajo en esos 4 tiempos Mi futuro es incierto Que va Sigo aqui p-h-i-l tengo el plan No me importa que tan dificil sea Tendre el gusto por
like, you rollin in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you, The pigs be pulling you over cause you be black and you be sittin on triple gold, like
playin wit her pussy, she can suck on my D Then you can CUM wit ME..until you P H see! [El Drex] They want to know where Drex is, he's out fuckin in
like, you rollin in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you, The pigs be pulling you over cause you be black and you be sittin on triple gold, like
It's H-Town's finest with P-H trilling Now gon' put ya deuces in the air if ya feel me Come on [Chorus (ad-libs)] Tear the club up Ohhh Whoaaaaa
(40) Man in the town I see Undertakers, Captain Savers, Cape crusaders, A P.H.er Plays in the game gettin' ratted on A ba A bitches in the game
believe that Now I wonder why you and Your crew couldn't see that You know what I wanna hear You know what I wanna hear! Uh, pass me the M-I cro P-H
R-A-P G-O-D Wait, this shit is easy as winning a spelling bee spellin' the letter B (ayy) H-i-p H-O-P S-A-V-E-D me, man Amazing grace You made your
Of bitches and snitches $-U-IC-ID-E P-R-O-P-H-E T Deceased bodies laying in sheets The blackest creep of the black sheep Summoned from Hades to rise 3 AM when
and break your shit I be on my third war shit That four V.L.M G Type of shit A.F.S.P.P.S.P.V.H.P.V.B.A G type of shit You be on that teacher spray 1st 48
Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh [HOOK] [Verse 2] I'm on the block til the pack
me I'm shapin' your brain like pottery (All over the track) Gimme the p-h, gimme the a-r Gimme the o-a gimme the h-e, pharoahe Crazy poison tip
the Jungle Yea what y'all want? Uh huh take it personal That's right Check it out Ey yo I push the bum drop, the M-e-m-p-h man keep the gun hot And now I live
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 Swizz Beats make ?em say Money Drugz Murda for Life
nail Bag a dime from a half a brick Wit no scale Yo you know where to find me In da P-H. lobby Two first and Siegel Niggas know not to try me
and NORE come in squeezing And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style I make it look good being wild With da game I got, anything I got I hate
Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL why, to the, L be see to see P T, uh [HOOK] [Verse 2] I'm on the block til
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