game be Snowman's back young u to wild Had to switch it up man niggaz tryna stiil the style [Verse 2:] Anyway any how the stering wheel black and mild
Cause my fleet's more street then the Paddle pop lion. [Chorus:] It's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty Even though it's a little dirty, it's
i got style finesse and a little black book that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look but there's a thing that separates you from me and that's
the kitty cat I'ma laugh when I'm gettin' now Roll down ?? would never be slap LOLame you can't beat that That's what it's all about Paul Don't be hatin
up, from the ground up from the ground up, nooo From the grouuuuund up, from the ground up From the bottom to the top baby Baby baby baby baby...
keep the vibe right Baby buy me some Remy & if yo' baby daddy trippin' tell him beep me 'cause I be's Black & Tone & swift up on my toes G'd up in alligate's
this one while you paradin the bleachers It's serious - like Cheerios with no milk Stereo with no Lo, but never that cuz it's back [Cheeba] We don't
re so empty inside, It's hard for me to get this thru to you, To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby, [x2] Well it's the Sundance Kid, Yo the rap
how it all began And how man [oh man] seemed to change that plan Know this to be true in black and white God's word said so so you know that's right It's
Baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby behave or make it work baby
my hair I got my stereo loud You're barefoot dancing in your underwear I bet your daddy'd be proud But he ain't nowhere around He said he's never gonna
the curl of a banger in the Compton cuts How many MCs do I have to kill Before I get to the top of the hill Camoflouge dodge and Pittsburg Black Doing
black Lex and black beanie Walled off, slammed cats like Nikolai Volkov I'm the boss [Davina (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Never have I been so mystified by anyone's
in stereo Clue, world class dinero, dress it up Put it on the streets like rock that's chopped up What the fuck? Yeah, all my niggas locked down Chris Black, Black
bartender Tuxedo sometimes, your bodyguard's organized Studio mix, and everybody's now surprised I'm through the back door, walkin in a quarter to four Love me baby
kicks Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy blast Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's
hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat there? [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin
me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black