full but no Movie Got Young girls screaming please sign my boobies Scorpio child I'm a friend of december Got flows so far gone gone till november If you're up against my
my down hoes still trickin' with me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never loved no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans
like them girls with the tight brown skin, dark and fine That's the kind of girl I wanna play with tonight I wanna do some nasty thangs, Wanna make her scream my
Not a pop artist But I'll pop they heezee A branch of the same tree as Pac & Eazy Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie Iron on the stove Shakin up the starch can Sprayin my
Shady. Far as competition, faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil, It's attack of the Rainman Chainsaw in hand, blood stain on my apron Soon
Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Ahh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that
Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Hey hey hey, Monkey, monkey
can't mess with me Shake your leaves Shake your leaves (Oak tree, oak tree) (Oak tree, oak tree) (Oak tree, oak tree) I'll put you to the test (Oak tree, oak tree
My blood, my money too I'm not afraid to run to you Cause I get lonely I give you these eyes that I see through My blood, my money too I'm not afraid
my heels I broke through the trees and there in he night My fathers house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my
the Casino magic, My girl from Cincinatti, My weed from Cali, Feel the blits like an O-line whats happenin, High time, Every green kind we snatchin trees
down, from the boogie with no fake Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army suits Parlayin? where Malcolm
let me have my feel' smile The 'Dumb embarrassed smile The 'Ooh, she look delicious, sure that girl is lavish' smile Then you got the 'Shake your head
in background* Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* [Mos Def] Visions occupy my synaptic's space Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
up tustlin' Gave my muscle in and got into meetin' my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grindin' threw the night And I keep my
Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart 'Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My
of living But I'm, but I'm afraid to die 'Cause I don't know what's up there In that great, big ol' sky Oh my, oh my, oh my It's been a long, long time
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke