, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?" Rub ya down with warm Ice-T Make ya feel Bran Nubien In-stant-ly Boogie Down And check this Production
on collision You know it and I know it That you need me, I want you Mind blowin', decision Causes head on collision You know it and I know it That you
bethnal green, hi im ash from kensal green, actually from kensal rise to be precise she looked me up and down and said "your see through nike are well cool
boy I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin'
we need to check your bag huh You're stealin' now give me back my style How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd Say it loud, break it down, take
at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin
'll get my ash tray, get my lighter I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story Come here, sit on my lap, okay, check it out Great scotts, it's hot today
it pretty it is what it is Were just getting fucked in the industry biss. They all robbing the slang and mimic the sound Then they take it and they make it
've all got to pay And the whole world knows the Lord give it and take it away Live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn Down to the ash, reminds
or fuss, and I'll just bust your sinus Countin my cash, plus mount my stash Dump the cigarette ash on low-down trash Marley's car is two-toned, and it
the certain things I wanna do, do you?" Rub ya down with warm Ice-T make ya feel Bran Nubien in-stant-ly. Boogie Down and check this Production.
ash tray, get my lighter. I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. Come here, sit on my lap. (Okay.) Check it out. Great scotts, it's hot today He
I'm just a junkyard now This is my trash They burnt me down somehow Flicked me off like a cigarette ash But time has come today Time has come today
Well, tonight you sit in our home In a chair made of chainsawed fingers and bones The ashes in the ash tray aren't from cigarettes It's the charred remains
kicks and Stetsons The super saggy rags and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, know what I mean? You can feel us cool, we don't need to be seen (Seen) It
's where you're at, I'm at, baby, 'cause that just doesn't pay. Now steal your stolen car - ride it on. Oh, you seem to think it's cool That they stay
for me to do - I had to make it up and anew, So I picked up my faithful friend And I played it to the end. Oh, oh, rock and roll - I can't stop, it's
pop it Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket [Chorus] [Z-Ro: outro] Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside It