the rabbits are a jumping in the hollow I'll be there you can bet your bottom dollar If the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise If the good Lord
are a jumping in the hollow I'll be there you can bet your bottom dollar If the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise [ guitar ] If the good Lord
we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin' And rockin' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
her hand Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit
pass the plate, pay your tithes Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray
or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin' ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin' clank, clank
get loose, Lord Akil get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Lord
igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits
an hour later People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction
to get that golden ring upon their hand In the middle of nowhere where there's nobody Trying to get that fifteen minutes of fame Some place there's a superstar thinking, Lord
time Watched that diamond sparkle I drew back and I let her fly And in less time than it takes to tear to fall Oh that old ring went under Lord, and
of fabrics. I made a transition from the thieves, to the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen. Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S. Dot ring, Sean
I may have fleas but I run our yard I see those clones looking down on me But unlike those clones this dog is free Oh lord it's a dogs life Oh lord it
and my fat JB Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each No leaves, they're clipped clean But the few they hit the bing Then my phone rings
Theme (Paul Anka), Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford), O Mein Papa (Paul Burkhard), Over The Rainbow (Harburg/Arlen), Star-Spangled Banner (Smith/Key), Suite