I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead Think you
Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, this ain't a number one record
't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
it starts; I've forgotten it! Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Check out what how it starts. What's the first line? [Paul:] One, two, three, four
' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project
sticks like I give two shits If I get too rich I just get sued [Redman] Yo I leave with no engine After I blow four in ya One handstand on top of your
rent, rooms to let fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four
This one is for my hustlaz, right Ladies don't tussle with bustaz, not tonight If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga This one
to die On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours
cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love
no coke factory It's Short Dawg the real pimp of the century Girls get wet every time somebody mention me I was known for my macking back in eighty-four
And it don't stop to the beat, baby Funky Fresh on the microphone One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch) $hort Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
get some stripper counselin' 'cause I'm the first one in the front row when they make a stripper announcement I think I'm fallin' in love with the one
me, I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty
the haters at the gate When I shake the dice another one bites the dust They mad as fuck gettin' struck by the shista I shoulda known 'cuz rule number one
Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you And no one cares like he cares Neighbors, let us join today in the Holy love of God and money Because neighbors