bitches Oh, I know you can I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin' around with the piano nigga Just drop that
reign Straight out the kitchenette, jums in the set Before I go, analyze all money go Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, rockin bummy clothes [Hell Razah
workers miss him but then it plays out So many ways out the hood but no signs say out Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off Niggas up north
over you gonna be in love Play your little piano here, yeah Honey, I can tell, Jerry Lee can tell Somebody's been puttin' that lady there right through to hell
) {x2} U say it - party (Party) Clap your hands double time All the boys say - "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, yeah) All the girls say - "Oh yeah" (Oh yeah) Now all U others say - "Hell yeah" (Hell
on a dirty nail, you know, like rusty, with my barefoot. my whole hell became infected Ghs). it was hug! my heel was the size of a volleyball! I had to go
shit Eazy did a while back muthafuckaz said wasn't gonna work? (that crazy shit) Stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy Why dont you come out from the piano and
again, You're lyin' with me in Atlanta, Such a beautiful life, You play me like a piano, I'll always let you get by, I know I'll go through hell girl
(One... Two... One, two, three, four...) I got up and I drove to work On the wrong side of the road What the hell would I do I must admit I didn't know
the street corner, lyin' again Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin' again I'm tryin' again to make moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry
, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh Hell, there he go
step up front a little lady and lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Just lay it on me Lay it on me Here we go, let's, let's jam We're comin', we
me to lighten up? Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano record the noise
the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up If I slow up, catch up, hell no Wicked as I kicked
get beat, on 123rd street Done by the system that ain't really sayin' nothin' new Your kids flippin', so now what you gonna do? Go home, hell no, she
the boss. He's still a big ass and my wallet got lost. My wife's sick in bed she says she'll never get well and all these kids today have gone to hell
frisco the fastest track in the nation you can hate on the store im taken it for this aint hustle and flow i dont wait in the car ( hell no ) im no chaufferr
show Carry my baby, wherever you need to go Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess Plenty fuckin piano
