as him, nobody I keep a gun tucked 'cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty biscuits And y'all niggaz like skinny bitches, y'all ain't got nobodies Watch
natural to fall off Just land close to the tree I'll be there if they need me to be And I know all my local shorties 'Cuz they all know who I am And
? (Yeah, yeah) I don't wanna see y'all sittin' around Don't wanna see y'all sittin' around I don't wanna see y'all sittin' around Don't wanna see y'all
Nuthin Now what's a party if the crowd don't flip Nuthin Well we can do it all baby We can do it all baby We can do it all baby Just like this Like this
man that knows how to keep dough As long as y'all play foul I'ma keep hittin' free throws Crush Spanish mamis calling me Kelito Remember Lego blocks? All
Ladies and gentlemen, Biz Markie Yes, y'all and to the funky beat and Every time you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin' The B I Z will wreck it, R O
bust When the strange of us Try to endanger us Praise me me y'all Don't nothin' phase me, y'all When they see me They gaze be all crazy, y'all They
If it's all night, then it's all right, no sunlight This is how the beat goes on Big Will, Tra-Knox, so high This is how the beat goes on Hoppin', rockin
pro I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit Just can't sit, gotta get jiggy wit it Ooh, thats it A honey, honey come ride DKNY all up in my
my attitude pervasive my effervensence bringing you back to the essence with the... Chours: Will Smith & Camp Lo yes yes y'all and ya don't stop mic check y'all
lay? That's what I deal with on a day to day Phone off heat off loan sharks spaghetti no meat balls At least yall can eat y'all Feel my strain on a cloudy
hip-hop solid and all flow, flower I post up, together, better than Noah A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum All true poetry, for me y'all
me, enough about succeeding Smokin' spliffs and we be hittin' that Mauwie Wowie shit Drinkin 'til we daze-y, knockin' back down shots of Bacardi [Verse 2: Prez] Parental advisory stickers all
can survive wit me Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all Wit style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith
niggaz know) If ya wack, ya wack! (real niggaz know) If ya hot, ya hot! (real niggaz know) The Truth! (real niggaz know) The Truth! (real niggaz know) Will Smith
y'all West Coast pop a bottle with y'all Down South pop a bottle with y'all Count your blessings you ain't promised them all
flavour) More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know (Do you got to be right) Second move y'knowI'msayin? (at all times?) Yeah, all the time, all
'm on that blow Enhance my skills to make me treal Treal enough to kill at will Will I kill you Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real Don