[Intro - Beyonce] Fighting temptation [Missy] Yo Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready Let it put it down for the clubs [Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte
it Santa hooked me up this year Santa hooked me up this year Santa hooked me up this year So let me tell you what I got for Christmas this year Santa hooked me
time for shit I didn't did (WOOO!) Give me some more ammo, the front door's near We two barrels smoke (with a hostage in here) [Verse 3: Redman (Hurricane
' the moves Similar to the new Play station 2 I can't help it if the club only packin' a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3 And you ballin
on) But lemme know if it's getting too late And if not then I could catch me anotha We spending money like whatever (Whatever) You see me poppin' bottles at the bar It feels like now or never (Never) Please don't put 'cha bet down mo' If it
get the phone Get the God-damn phone Alright, damn nigga Who the fuck is this? It's my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the deal? Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it
still strivin I want me a label, want me a mansion Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me Rest assure though, the day is approachin When
shirts off again (Put 'em back up in the air) Represent, represent (Put 'em back up in the air) I really need you to mean it, mean it, mean it (Put '
yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at me nigga Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole
it go, let it flow, it's alright, it's okay, we're alone baby [Nivea:] baby we can take our time [both:] let it go, let it flow, it's alright, it's okay
Love it when I hit it, Cali-O Love it when I hit it, Dont ya know Sweet Cali-O I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O Dont ya know, Yeah Love it when I twist
check this, some niggaz don't give it up Never be givin' us props, see we don't stop 'cause we don't give a fuck We gets paid, so tell me what a nigga
elite See, the average dopehouse will take your soul Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold But if you think about it really it all sounds
's the judge when it comes to this street law?, is it me?, you?, or is it my crew?, my niggaz get down, yo niggaz do too, mutha fuckaz try to tell
3 and 4 every night And got 'nan other time talkin' to me outta line When your boyz 'round, you always wanna shine Every now and then you get mad You treat me bad and it makes me
So sucker MC's don't take it personal I don't mean to talk about you or put you down But I get loose out the door and go and freestyle You see, the
name constantly, Sayin' daddy keep fuckin me. Get it how you want it long as you keep lovin' me. Put ya thing down, Boom the bedroom do it right, And it