a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me Can't nobody spit it as fast as me Got
, they ain't too many seeing us So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth My regular sense is piff, currency and cashmere You don't drove
Hello, whassup girl? Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin' Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again What, that God Body shit? Yeah
Born an' raised in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay 360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool Fuckin' off in the
ground Up, up and away, baby we don't play, maybe you thought you was done for the day He said, she said, I said this, that you can't get away from
think you'd like to play ball with the law Think it might've been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night Don't forget that you are White Arthur
eyes, I'm only in this body If you only could understand the vision that I carry White actors will be like Puff Daddy when he interned Men play with
reservoir dogs style slice of their ear 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen I don't
free in sayin' that we don't hunger for beats Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body All
them whores get cha They not fair (Joe: [chorus] 2X) That's how we bump, that's how we bang Shorty now we all up on them thangs Play your part, play
[Verse 1] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on
okay but not everyday and if we can't communicate what we got decays until the smell gets more pungent to the point where we can't be seen in public body parts
AV EQUIPMENT. SAM: SO YOU MEAN I CAN?T TOUCH THE WHITE-BALANCE ON YOUR SUPERTY-DUPERTY CAMCORDER? FREDDIE: OH, SURE. JOKE ABOUT THE WHITE-BALANCE TILL
that Crossed all up and get you hit like that The game ain't fair names ain't clear Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear Chorus: Bodies Gotta
time Play the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pah
' with men Who'll send you off in a coffin 'Cause far too often niggaz are gettin' lost and it's costin' Body parts from anybody that starts We play
(akinyele) You can't You won't Ak-nel You can't You won't (curly) refrain Something is what you meet standing up on the corner Lay out And when you think