rappers There it is... [Chorus: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't be My, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself
(x4) now Get it ma get it (x4) now Sweat (x4) and Breathe Verse 1 Follow me on the dance floor (dance floor) I'll show you what its made for (made for
Yeah [David Banner & Tango Redd] On da flo lil mama on da flo On da flo lil mama on da flo Shake sumin for a playa dere it go Shake sumin for a playa
Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga
come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) [Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus] As high as Wu-Tang
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Peter Wolf Lyrics: Klaus Meine A G-string is looking for a pilot White flesh is coming down the stairs again Your look just makes
Two's two Looks luking Fruits fruiting Sleuths sleuthing Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling Root root for the rooting Toot toot for the tooting
A snake, a fake, he's lame, he's in this game for the money and for the fame a spin, a grin, he's on and then we yawn steals the credit then he's gone
lights and sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your valentino just for
lights And sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Be your Valentino just for
There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie and a string of pearls with one good eye in a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl no one likes clowns on