dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me And with his help, my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me
check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it
, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own It's like that, coming from the go rapper I wanna bone
decent bone in me What you get is just what you see, yeah I should so, I take it free, yeah And all the bad preserves be things that feed me I never help or give
gentleman My style's rugged like Timberland When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon And I can't stand it My style flow
and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
seen me Call me up on the 3-way Giving my girl the whole replay Has it happened to you She seen me Call me up on the 3-way Giving my girl the whole
hey, hey, hey a chicken head Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the
got They say it ain't got a bad bone In any ol 'eyes, it's gold So girl, don't act seditty Just give a brother some of that kitty Here kitty-kitty,
with a cup up of spit It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro It
drive tonight Give me the key to that Beamer She looked at me and laughed, started shakin' her ass She said her brother just came home from the jungle It
, uh yeah Well I'ma do it one time Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah They call me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula I comin' back
that you're gonna get lit? You're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense [ Mike G ] Yeah Different colors for different brothers That gives
who is it? Makin' all you critics fiend these lyrics And be the core Yes y'all comin' through on your premises This is it Don't want to do it but they
headband My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my
/ and the way he complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow/ make me feel high so/ im gon spit it my way excuse me as i do me/ crusin rudely down the
sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak grab that Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother Yo check it out (Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, c'mon!) Speak to your speaker, cause it
gotta get the boot) Yeah, she gotta see the exit But I'm not mad, I didn't hit it I just dial seven digits and some skins, that's with it Bones in the