on the side line, yeah they cheerin' me. Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me. Man, I'm sick. Know it ain't no curin' me. C to the H to
side line, yeah they cheerin' me. Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me. Man, I'm sick. Know it ain't no curin' me. C to the H to the
society. Both: You and me! Schadenfreude Making the world a better place Making the world a better place Making the world a better place to be! Gary: S-C-H
came the sun and dried up all the rain So the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again Bert: I got one! A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-
, hundred miles and I'm gunning Loud ass speakers growl when they humming Chamillitary the sound that they summing One and nothing, talking down when I'm not around Got nothing
t need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
like i left the water on I run this bitch if anybody ask aint much change since high school n-ggas still be in and out of class S class or the brand new
gay but I can get it on wich ya?ll Yea microphone C. H. echa no liquor Just pain killas and pro mecha young echas Jumpin the gas like checkers yea cant check us or we all
re all the same, full of games All because you ended up with the wrong one I bet you think that chivalry is gone ?Cause you ain?t seen nothing like it
while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta
cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique
in the pen Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes 'cause all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes [Baby
Pack your h*** u*, blow your back out You bad mouth, make 'em all believers Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either See that c*****
Yeah, yeah, I love Math Yeah, yo, yo Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to
Steady hanging on the block, keep product in my socks Ready to rock, open up shop 'cause it all good (All good) Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers
drama in new orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the m.i.c.h.a.e.l tyler I'm the loud blackka
G B A N D I T E S H A M, is on the, M I C Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me All the hoe's say,"Please won't you hit me?"