bitch you ain't with my fam I don't cut for the jealous Guess where your gal is All on my weenie like mustard and relish Chorus: baby beesh Oh my my, oh
bitch you aint with my fam I don't cut for the jealous Guess where your gal is All on my weenie like mustard and relish [Chorus: Baby Beesh] Oh my my, oh
a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa? I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh
Lady GaGa) Oh Ah Oh Oh (Yeah Yeah) Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Face Pa-Pa Poker Face (I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh (Yeah) AH AH AH Oh Oh(When
Her Say (Lady GaGa) Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh(What
south now I'm going back down south now I'm going back down south now If you wanna go I'm going back down south now Come on take my hand I'm going back
track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say "oh" 'cause the world so pimpish Choke a "South Park
power Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [scarface] Deep in the heart of south park lurks a stalker S.a. fool, native houston south parker
my nigga just call me Scarface [Verse Two:] Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old
the freeway Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say And count my money when they push it off I
it's Staten Island New York the forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my
Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let
We gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in tha club We gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to tha flo
Sunshine come on Oh oh oh oh oh yeah I wanna give you something (Theres something that I wanna give you) Listen Baby [Verse 1:] We hung tough like new
my grind, with my bourgouis mind Flippin' candy toys while my steering wheel shine Matchin' twenty inches, gold pump on my switches Leather all my couches, Tommy Hil on my
's my ropas, that's my nephew, That's my weeples, that's my nizzle Please believe me Go fa sheezy Off the hizzle Do ya thizzle Wit my niggas Rod and
wine left hand, cold brew "excuse me homie, step off my new shoes" "my bad" "it's cool" shit I can't bursh em off cause I got my hands full guess I have
right) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? Come on children, clap along (Shut up) Sing along children Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is
