daddy me snow me I go sing it non stop Me I go reachin' a de back me I'll go straight to de top
tone how it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm universal Now he
That We Broke In As Well It Goes To Show That You Can't Tell Who Deserves The Dough You Look Like A Shrivelled Old Tart, You Look Like A Beer Bellied
She wasn't born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers, staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers. feeling pressured by the public. She only weighs
it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal Now he played this
s successor That term's done fucker, what up whatever You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
While I use the hook line and sinker simple fishing Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi So now it's one fish belly
This be the dawning of the age of dead water Stitchin every b-boy fragment Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up This is a right
closing in 'cause I'm supposed to win How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land stroke while you can 'Cause now you under pressure
pressure you quiver in the jam while naked angels measure a piece of rotting ham in symphonies of jelly you play with my disease while back across your belly
you test mine You won't be coming back again like sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like roseanne's belly Your style's too old to
come kiss me And if you diss me, honey that's all right My thug game is still tight Just trying to see if I can hit a little something tonight I see the pressure
on forever Formed a blanket for his nakedness And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laughing yield To the men who'll stand the pressure of her thighs
with a little apocalypse It comes, now do you have time for this? A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
ahead You don't need to know her name She breathed her last on the cold stone floor Of a Hollywood arcade But fates right hand isn't always just Puts a lot of pressure
'mma prove my shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure
of a virgin [Kardinal Offishall] Yo, all naughty walk to a pumpkin belly Jah lead enough niggas trying to buy Pelle Pelle With no food a in your belly
-conscious *various talk by both* [killa sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, Money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly