off the bottom, cause Oh! that's rough Just take Five, Five - then stop, that's enough. Now when you bet, put up them chips, cause I don't like it when
it was sandwich bread Seventy five percent of MC's in the millennium Get offended when Jack steps up and put the venom up in 'em The venom is affirmable
up on the screen And proceed to get down Spell it, B, bad, O, outstanding, W, everybody know I?m the wickedest W O W, that?s what the girls scream When I pump up
, it's all good Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood Ate my burger, threw back my cola Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it
rock to it so flock to it Just open your mind, unwind, recline or pop and lock to it Come and rock with us, all night like Michael Jackson Leave your
to spread it through my own hood, givin it back Like munky jackson, I be back son Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son Shit I keep it real
V.I.P. Grab it, and shake it, and lick it around If you do it kinda proper I might stick around Slow down, hoe down, woe now It's feelin good Next
gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my shows is robbery style, they givin' it up I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up And these haters are
got next If you start it we gone finish, It won't stop till we see the end of it We coming out on top it don't matter how we finish it The's dudes ain
but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own Nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it
her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, 'til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it
to spread it through my own hood, givin it back Like Munky Jackson, I be back son Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son Shit I keep it real
Harry Connick My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it I stir up controversy and sell I'
and In the dope spot playin John Madden, Homie I aint braggin, I took five, If u wanna die run up on that black 745 [chorus x2] [Verse 3] New York
get over it So high you cant get over it So low thats why i'm holding it So low thats why i'm holding it Boss up A real soldier learn to take orders
Woo Woo Woo? They don't run this like we do Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo? Is it true? Is it deja vu? Is it you, can i come through and kick it with you
talent, never no still-guns Little and lovely, too young for Silly Putty When you mention fly think of me, or when people discuss me, trust me, i'm in it for the long hard Like Micheal Jackson
Things been said, plenty rumors been spread Many many many new jacks got it in they head That they can raise up on this and put the kane in fright Heheh