Then we chill for a second, then we?re back at it some more Sexy, can I? Just pardon my manners Girl how you shake it, got a player like oh It's a Kodak
ever had a multi platinum sellin' CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
from N to the E When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy W A R K Newark NJ got the AK I'm a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make
roll a blunt, that's how you roll a blunt That's how you roll a blunt, that's how you roll a blunt That's how you roll a blunt, that's how you roll a
Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the
-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco, Bob say hi Hey hey guys, yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy, Bob Let's
my hommies like a germ Watch me turn into captain kill a hoe Fill a hoe strong Watch me last long like a penny broke many motels i got a rich coupon
Just flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti Realer
for what I did, Was for the betterment of man, I gave the utmost sacrifice, Before more damage could be done I took his life. There was a split second
m peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up,
, singin' a song like You never know what you got 'til it's gone like damn Damn, I wish that I woulda seen it comin' 'Cause I blinked for a second and
my baby for a dream as lovely For a love that's only in books I read And then I hit the cities, spent all my money I just left my whole life in a taxi
of them developped from the snap crackle and pop The first was the usage of an actual band, The second was a drum machine made by a man, The third was
CJ Mac) Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player shit happens [Chorus: CJ Mac] Don't fuck wit a niggas
and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Voorhees with a 40 Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lecter a fuckin' nectarine And sat him in a
' come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball