No rapper can rap quite like I can I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop Make you say, "Go Justin and do the wop"
Beats to the rhyme, of the rhyme I just made Party at the jam and tonight the lights fade Scooting for the loot until we all get paid So let's go (that was good, huh?)
I'm ... but I'm not at home but I'll be back ... You got to skip and ... and you're number two and this is all you got to do Wait for a beep You got to leave your name You got to leave your number You got to wait for a beep yeah!
Wild thing He love to do the wild thing
Now, this is the story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
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I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the ... house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the ... house
Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213
Straight outta Compton, crazy mother...
Hit It! Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah Here comes the hotstepper, murderer I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer Still love you like that, murderer
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Jump, jump The Mac Dad will make you, jump, jump Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
Hello I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
I got 99 problems but a, but a
Started from the bottom now we're here Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here Started from the bottom now we're here Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank Sit down, drank, stand up, drank Pass out, drank, wake up, drank Faded, drank,
Like we always do at this time I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky
Now there's a backseat/lover That's always under/cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen/nuthin Til you're down on her/muffin
She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
