, big bricks of bread sellin' mad dimes His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth
's cool That nigga somewhere 'higher learnin' And of course there's that famous beef between parrish and sermon And that's cool, both those niggas killed jane And now there's nice without smooth
these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit
smooth, call me debonair Hits every year, so shake your derriere, c'mon Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair What a brother, too black, me
don't let me live, some people Don't want me livin' their threats is what I'm given I don't know why 'cause I think I'm a nice guy Sometimes mad most
other vatos had theirs, and now it's my time No kick a beat, smooth suavecito To all you fine Chicanas, Lil' Rob estoy mejito Thumping the oldies It's me
' you) Yo (Feedin' you, feedin' you) Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist That means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels Niggas that pay me
G. A.G. said respect due see He got one big pull and passed me to Smooth B Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D Took a hit and passed me to Fab 5
this on the hush, uhh I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin
Still rockin' that good old crunchy funk A with a hi-hat boogie and a bass that bump And with a beat like this to make it all crisp We hit you with
you better hook me up proper or die from my loaded heart stopper like nut smoking up blunt for blunt and one time you can take me if you check me if you
's back up in this muthafuck bitch And we airin' out all you playa hatin' lame ass niggas And we on this laid back track, somethin' smooth Eh yo, Mayz
tha finest hideout, silver wrist and a twist 'Cuz the neighborhood homes is a risk And uh do you really wanna ride wit me Sit back and hide wit me Conversate when you fly wit me
Let me, let me, let me, let me Let me tell you a story, yes About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest I be that nigga that I think ya'll know With Mr. Busta
A double D Y explode Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm Or be funky like a underarm And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow Now, competition bow, to me
DJ, I couldn't, word to mother So George, hit me wit the funk scratch Then after that black, come back and rewind that George, hit me wit the funk scratch
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams You make me wanna