chicks or sisters, latin Manhattan Bitches I stop tappin raggin those ridiculous Can't resist this nasty black licorice I let off I'm quittin and rubbin
kicks, and how it ease the mind Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop Cause The Roots got the body rock shit with the twist for your spine, bring it
let's do this Here is a hip-hop track with a new twist Designed to ignite a subliminal dance fuse And even if you can't dance, you can't lose! It's for
and a nigga don't feel pain You ain't never feel my pain You don't know what the fuck I'm goin' through Niggaz lookin' at me like, "He got it made"
you something ...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scares you cause people don't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all
a deacon Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy Them suckers that be
THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE....AY AY AY AYYYY! [Verse 2: Cam'Ron] Ok...here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down
that ain't the half of it man, I gotta teach news to block It's about time we have a father to son nigga sit down Sit down let me tell you 'bout your
(Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set
good What's happening, you don't do nothing Without your sister, and your cousin, ha-ha Whoa, you ain't saying nothing but a word What's happening, let
on the inside but don't fall apart...we can start again walls and cannonballs make unlikely friends it seems they're destined to keep the other out or knock the other down
say Why don?t we dance a while? I?m the how to swing, I?m the twist and shout When you gotta sing, when you gotta let it out You call me and I come
quake? (Yeah!) Bullshit You can't get off until you make the house shake Now everybody clap your hands come on Let's jam y'all, let's jam Don't wait
rhymes ranked 'cause they hittin' Plus I'm all around like Scott Pippen Here it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico If you love the way it's goin' down let me
true You don't, cannot, shouldn't you The little engine that couldn't Me the stop that wouldn't You concerned with material Me the rebel allie to crush
from where you don't know nann nigga Do the ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Do the ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Put it down for
Nigga like you who ain't learned That hittin' pale skins'll get you burned Man, y'all better let them white hoes go But y'all don't hear me though
eyes could see Let me take this thing to where it really need to be One, two, three, let me take time To remind y'all that you can't fuck with me Shake