song, the real song Which she won't even admit to herself Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth
I'm sayin' A lot of people heard the last album And really didn't understand What B2K wuss all about But I'm a tell y'all We ain't had no songs That
' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project
bag of rocks Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (Uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four
it all Before they drop the ball baby Last call baby Get off the wall baby We could have it all Before they drop the ball baby Five (five) Four (four
like a cop out on a beat Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago And more than that, no one seemed to know Oscar was a walker, at least four miles
you ready like r. kelly? Just belly to belly dancing, have you cats steadily Telling me I'm handsome It's hard to keep my pants on, the last don; I last Long like sad songs
I'm far beyond Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song Live for tomorrow 'cause today
Play the song on the radio Gotta let my baby know When I get it, I'ma take control If it get too fast, I'ma take it slow If it get too fast, I'ma take
grousing my hits I like to neva eva let my tounge touch in the sex Like to exercise one a week, say fuck it the next Like to write four whole songs,
century Computers taking over, money's obsolete Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto streets They way we live now, we can't last long 'Cause
from Oakland, California Just don't front 'cause Short Dog is hard, if you answer my rap I tear your ass apart just like this, it lasts forever You make a song
flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin
talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks as if
', same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance Same diggin' and pleadin', same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and dance Yeah, same song and dance I know, same song
the deal with Dre and E Folk in the hood be askin', where I be Dogg, I'm out in Hawaii, don't like it? Drink my pee Record song for the "Detox" LP Feet
, super dope beat maker Two thousand and two thousand four hundred and eighty seven million Nine hundred and seventy three thousand four hundred and sixty
soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last,