[Intro] I don't use Massengil, I use my own kinda douche powder Y'know I mix it, I mix it myself Y'know what I put in it? (Yeah? What?) Alum! (Yeah!!)
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(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) With Kool Keith Girl: Irina. Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys
Once again, we back Now all these new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit
It's been a minute that I've been sittin' up in this cell Thinkin' of many ways that I can get paid escapin' jail My life is like a football game, I'm
I'll be The way you shake it I can't believe it I ain't never seen a ass like that The way you move it You make my pee pee go Da-doing doing doing I
Well, it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing Cuties and booties and yo, I'm ready for action 'Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for
Yes, yes, y'all, ooh funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh, in come funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the
[dre] some good-ass weed! [snoop dogg] Word on the streets Check it out dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man Everybody always tryin to run up on
it's a dirty money, it's a dirty money, when you're in the club, get your ass on the floor when you're in the club, get your ass on the floor when you
Lemme explain to ye why niggaz act like bitches See, 'cause a bitch won't what? I ain't talking about a woman I ain't talking about a lady Or you motherfuckas
[Mikkey Halsted] That nigga Mikkey. Kanye. Y'all know Man I was sick of them bill collectors callin' my crib And the filthy ass roaches tryin' to crawl
"Down 4 U"(feat. Vita, Ashanti, Charlie Baltimore) New? Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti? Fat Joe, All Murder Inc? Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT? Whaaaat
Paff bum, that's the sound of love Paff bum, that's the way love goes Paff bum, well, I met you yesterday, yeah Paff bum and now you've gone away Pretty
Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out Insane in the brain, little nigga servin' Caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin'
Yo disrespectin me, something I can't ignore And now it's time for you and me to settle that score Time for me to tell you something you oughta know If
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid What's my problem today? Maybe I'm depressed, maybe I'm helpless To what comes out my hand Burn, pain, burn, pain
I've been watching you and I love the way you move, oh yeah. There is something on my mind Let it do with your behind, baby. There's a passion that I