slow Rollin fo'-do's, sippin' mo' with fo' hoes I'm a two-triple-0, u-city, gigalo Duece duece bigalow, love a man, joe blow You should pay me, I'm super
everyday and every night (Help me out) I need a freak to hold me tight I need a freak everyday and every night I need a freak with long long hair A super
look, light brown Hazel eyes, chunky thighs Long hair, long nails Big booty, long tail Yo, she the type of cat that climb telephone poles Super freaky alley cat
I got an iconic ass, it's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets Get girls in bonnets, hot like Harry Connicks Sick on gin and tonics, we, super sonic
deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
war, or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
to my girl "Whoops? Syntax Era Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco Go Charlie, Charlie go Charlie. Go Busta, Busta Go Busta. You know we got style Copy cat do this
what you ate, no fakin' My man Nate would be a plate of bacon My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat My girlfriend would be some super sperm
her Icsicle eye lashes Ask Coward Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract that cat
probly had the chance to exit stage Left with her sister but whenever she left I would miss her Lady dropped me like a cut in a track Cuddlin cats who love they cat
Light it up, yeah Put it in the air High lights, high lights Get up, get up High lights, high lights Get up Bubble kush, cat piss, purple rain Hash plant
pop come on I'm so bubbalicious and so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out, mah friend? Yes I'm your friend Your so super natural When
hall ripping open niggas lockers Seeing if they stole my rhymes Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance - one more time to enhance Yo kid I seen a glance of a cat
s up Patron won't make you lookin sober once you take a shot, Throwing money in the air like you don't give a what huh? Club super poppin, poppin bottles
' They barely eatin' but believin they can see my heathens Or be my heathens please believe it, it's gon' end with squeezin' I'm not a rap cat, gives
know that yo' lil' lady could hold that Now she follow my tour and you callin' her road rat We comin' to pro cat chicks with' mo' fat on yo' back Feelin
the long ride (On my D-day) Like everybody love my music and the whole world cried (DJ'S!!!!) [Verse 2] (Bring that beat back...Bring that beat back) Like having super