e mezza che incomincia studio sport! Studio sport? non sa nemmeno chi ha segnato. Studio sport? non ha beccato Galeazzi. Studio sport? non e "Pressing" di Vianello. Studio sport
wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played this sport
) Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports
as sex use to be at the Racket Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club parties Would be hot as hell and house stud
it I'm 'bout to let my mind float (Com, say it) Get your third eye poked Fuck game, I assemble dope... Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess Studied
single All my diamonds seem clear Louie trunks in my living room b-tches stare Who is this young? how'd he manage to make it here The future is ours, robotic sports
Make your money get some weed and a forty I'm on the Eastside livin like a king Kick back watchin fifty inch screens Bounce to the Westside, hit the studio
it up and kiss it like Good luck, you deserve it and you makin' it Even though my boyfriend, them be hatin' it I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses I sport
Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed) Verse Two: Coolio Ain't a damn thing changed, sucker, how could ya figure? Coolio and Crazy Toons will never sell out, nigga Sporting
's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout the cuffs did it He ran away, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr Rounded off with a fade g, he sport
20 Age ain't nothin but a number, baby Hey look, I'm young but I'm real strong Heh Hey look, I know that, I know, I know I can't sport you around in my
legers get cheddar in vain Nuff to make the sane insane, the tame untame New rules, new opponents lost is no condolence And we ain't studying till we
' down? What's goin' down? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's the deal, pa, where you headed, son? Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash
for no cash like "bitch give me that ass' or pulling up to the lot like "give me that jag" no pulling up to the lot like "give me that lam" they study
' to hear it Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin' ear left You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin' breath You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study
you're phony Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face Y'all
walk outside, with your girl in the rain A lot of you live through food and delivery I know the pain is the front in your misery Come outside your indoor studio
talks, bullshit won?t Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort Money talks, bullshit won?t Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport
