All I want is affection (all I really want) Baby please no rejection (all I need) All I want is affection (all I really want) Baby please no rejection (all I
hand when I want my freak You can't deny it, you know I'm right I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back, or relax Till he knows
as a catalyst Gonna make you all dance, keep ya body in motion 'Cause anything I do, I get an ovation The compliments I get never cease to end 'Cause I say what I want and I
bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all (Bring your cell phone 'cause I fade them all) Bullets
house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all Bullets
lungs Blak iz blak, wack MC's get smacked Forced to go home and dial 1-800-I-CAN'T-RAP [1/16th Black - MC Serch] Aiyyo who that? Yo right there; blue
I not be greatest? When I got Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in Vegas Aye Haters I just wanna say this I know I'm underrated But I ain't under paid when
getting real now I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now I tell the truth so I guess I keep it real now You thought I was ill befo', now I
I'm comin back, and this time I'm strapped And fuck +The Law+, 'cause I'm bustin my gat And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that 'cause once they
cause I give niggas what they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way
was said for my parent was a christian I went to school and saw all my friends do it But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow They started tripping
(I get it! ) Seem like all the women throw the ass at me Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe (I apologize) Doing what I want Yea, I'm doing what you
and all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin' is small talk I ain't no punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
rappers from the west, well Yo, five years old I heard shots out the window I thought that it was Zorro, driving in from Mexico I asked my father Pablo
) See I'm like a symbol to MC's, I'm a father No wait, I'm a lyricist, better yet a saga Enough about the King 'cause you know I get far I played with
rock I was indeed hip-hop With many styles I'm from the trine-ibal stop, No comma I'm my fathers persona I'm ready spin my beat and maybe one day meet
Since you're my special friend, come closer for a special treat (Uh) I'm going to let you touch me in a special place (But I don't want to touch you there
the wall? C) beer on the floor? D) blunt smoke in the hall? Can I choose all, one out of four is a little tricky to call But I believe it's: B) Why?
