this, I ball like the Celtics A. Walker, shake you up And I have Ted Foster to make you up. (Ali) Up next from the Rawkus Crew My homeboy Fister!!! (
tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up Got one
Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat
on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out
m seeing tripletts, blood flying every where I'm stone black, but who turned the lights out? Holy sire, is it true I might die? My blood's low, my heart's beating
cure is worse than the disease Serve me up some pretty, pretty people Serve me up somebody I can believe Don't feel sorry for me I hate that look on
It was early, I woke up Still had a joint, so I puffed Shouldn't have 'coz it got me stoned And my mum just moaned ?Simon, it's time to get a job You
what's goin' down Pop's told me hold my own, Pop's told me value home Could I help it Poppa was a Rolling Stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out
's going down Pop's told me hold my own Pop's told me value home Could I help it papa was a rolling stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town
bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Come out with your hands up Or we're gonna blow you out of here There was a face in the window Tv cameras rolled
nothing from me. hook it up I cook it up and get some head while rolling blunts. water paint, water stain i'm lookin down she lookin up. beamer truck
up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your
boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair
the hog, I beat jail yall gotta each tell, kick back, relax, word up nigga laid up bills paid up shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20 we throw
Punks jump up to get beat down Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down Jump up yall better clean up Cause I might done pull out this nina Put your cups up
down (Repeat 2x) Pop's told me hold my own Pop's told me value home Could I help it papa was a rolling stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of
you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush
bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Come out with your hands up Or we're gonna blow you out of here There was a face in the window TV cameras rolled