You said they laid out lots of coke But you don't know how much you did Now you don't want me to go home Because you are afraid you might get sick Just
game, oh, boy (Nah nah nah nah ) Uhh, Battlecat on the track, oh, boy Please believe, uhh (Nah nah nah nah) Sick Wid It records, oh boy Please believe
magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain appear 'cause I'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose to choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' Adam's Apple juice. So
You know I (Flow boy) Whassup? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in
Nothing but hardcore here Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years Did I really fall out with Eminem (Chicka) No! Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy
partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall
You got a death wish? Well, it's finally answered, prick Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic Rap catalog consists of all classics Blackness, tell your to fall
up like mayonnaise, um. I'm the sickest nigga doin it, Bet that baby. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a
harder they gotta fall [Chorus Two] Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
so we can both watch tv L-I-L-R-O-B,from S-D, thats me A.K.A Naughty boy, aqui estoy Every where i go all them hynas yell, "rock me boy" I'm toppin out
style so we both can watch tv L-I-L-R-O-B, from S-D, that's me A.K.A. Naughty Boy, aqui estoy Every where I got those hynas yell, "rock me boy" I'm toppin
me then you hear a lot of chitter chatter Niggas know there aint nobody badder badder badder badder I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut So sick
how you going to walk? I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed Hop up out the ocean, I leave the fisherman red So much blood on the set, the cops
me and the Twista always hittin' the front page For what? 'Cause we so damn cold and when we enter the car Niggas cluthcin' they hoes, so fuck it, fall
Bullshit ain't nothing I'm trying to get this first mil in the bank And drive a bullet-proof Hummer tank So the next haters who try to air me out come
to the scene, let in the wonder Let all the smoke out And if luke coulda broke out Gotta make more stacks of these, so I z's for bud in The breeze, ain
A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now 'Cause a nigga almost Got married to da liquor boy nigga So fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda
Check it, Check it out It's Santana again Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out One of them Brand new big boy toys I do big boy things I make big boy noise cuz