a thing that you can do When the rhythm's calling you Let it work it's way right into you Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance Repeat 1 Repeat 1
wonder if a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' in this world Where nobody don't give a damn but I'm still a man Got us all programmed
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it then he better shoot Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue Never respect you, blowin' your chest through Labelled as a
it, give me a minute With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a
hold it down, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats
don't paid my dues. Chorus Eightball A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss So we got on stage
from rosay, addicted to blow Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow So she kisses the stars And gives them a blow After every show, a dream she hold
breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a paintin' or a lakehead
yous a gogo but she look nice to meet you, No you dude fucking up he can't handle your model features. On a scale of 1 through 9, sorry shorty but you
Interest as we enter this R&b with a twist j.e. is what it is Now tell me baby can you handle this Alot of ice on the wrist make a list to match Here
out (I Have a Dream) I got a Dream (That One Day) That one day (That One Day) I'ma look deep within myself (I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way... My
I come from I get dumb with the 1, 1 2 Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex (Like this) Make you twist to the list Of a funky brain cell when it's
out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC Gorilla,
an green marijuana whatever you want a nigga got it slangin narcotics I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product heiron
loosin my belt BITCH! Chours (Verse 2) I need a woman i cant stand bitches and hoes cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gone hoe but a woman hold her
Christmas Star Princess Superstar! Ho Ho Ho! Who you callin' a Ho? Look, I'm too poor to afford life size cut out cardboard of me poured into a size 4 With a
Beez workin? Jungle Brothers on the run, makin babies A Tribe Kalled Quest, first birth of the J Beez [Q-Tip] Promo No. 1, Q-Tip had a fade Promo No