, disagree She was a beat the bitch, bitch, I bet I'll beat yo' ass In a minute, I'm a cuss I'm a nigga, I don't give a motherfuck Jam is biggerer, thickerer
drop in your town, blocked your data Pimps's all comin' through with a hot pair of gators And a crew with rocks the size of craters Can't touch like
I got a lot to look back on in '88 Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on Gettin' shorties like a thespian Had an episode with two lesbians got a
as you 'Cause you a bad mamma, jamma with a big behind So bring that thang up for me one more time And shake it like a salt shaker (Shake it like a salt
Turn up you bass balance the tweeter. Run we peter, cause he is a freak Give me a chance, to work it senorita Make U feel sweet, reach to you peak Stamina daddy me a
, I'm just a drop out Can't really blame you for buggin' Ain't I the dirt on your rug and Just a place to wipe your shoes and Give me all your throw
head.. Tulisa: Whatevaa Fazer: So blud are you blind? Dappy: What do you mean am I blind? This girls taken me a decade to find, oi your the true meaning of a
a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch Only smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a
when I was a kid, I reach radio waves And now I'm paving the way for a fatal display Might blaze in a haze till I'm dazed Then wave a grenade in your
clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut (Shady, wait a
a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
ass Whatever happened to class Class Whatever happened to please may I And yes thank you and how charming Now every son of a bitch is a snake in the
air you bout to drop a real classic he said Cole, "a lil birdy told me on the low you got an Illmatic nobody touching Nas n-gga it's more like Villematic
just the quiet kid in the math class To say something dat aint even make the class laugh And everytime she would look back I'd damn near have a heart
I was just a quiet kid in the math class To say something I didn't make the class laugh Yeah And everytime she would look back I damn nearly had a heartattack
how many bitches want not many bitches want I know you think your bitches don't but I know what she did last summer scream for me when I touched her
a smile (Oh no) She ain't worth the while So I passed her a lolli pop and a letter Told her so let's keep this a secret No remember Iesha, only you can