lay your weak ass down on the floor In this gotdamn club Cause i told you bro Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 4: Juicy J
4, 3, 2, 1 [redman] hahh [method] hah [method] yeah [redman] yeahhh [ll cool j] make it butter [redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce! [ll cool j] no doubt
Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name So if its drama niggaz know where I live But I guarantee you'll pay some repercussions for
3/4X] [LL Cool J] Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor When I'm through, you'll need a nurse to take your temperature and cool you
[Redman] Hahh [Method] hah [Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh [LL Cool J] Make it butter [Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce! [LL Cool J] No doubt [Redman
keeps CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's for 3 weeks At the gates on the day I was released The only time you will ever see me free Big money J, much as
on, "4, 3, 2, 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool
the hood Tellin' my cuddies how cool it was Now another romp player might give you a buzz Young C-U-R-T, or maybe young Marty Or my homeboy J might be
turn over the face card [Verse 2: Doap Nixon] Fuck the claps and cheers, all we want is respect And ya'll fuckers are wild lame, ya'll ain't nothing
the 102 cruisin doin 150 Clownin around with the music loud, lip syncin Yo, turn the music down, my phone's ringin Hello [Verse 1: J-Bru (Classified)]
you walked into town I tried to garb your attention I tried playin? cool I trid comin? on strong But you never looked my direction 1 and 2 love to love you 3 and 4 I?ll
...} Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Five O! {I just put these things on my car man! I told you!} [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Once you hear the police hatin (Hatin) Cause
come from Cleveland is the city- City that we come from [Verse 1: Krayzie] Nigga wuz born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy
on this term paper for college. What's the First Amendment? [Verse 1] Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit You say the wrong thing, they'll
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin
caine Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name So if its drama niggaz know where I live But I guarantee you'll pay some repercussions
in community, rebels of rhythm unity Yeah, and you don't stop You got the rhythm that makes your fingers pop [Repeat 2x] It goes 1 2 3, 3 2 1 An apple
bigger, and so did her gap Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better I'mma sit down and write you a long letter. Chorus Dear Yvette x4 Verse 2
