Tryna Figure Out Just How The F**k Im Gonna Get My Baby Back Back Right Now An Im Thinkin Baby If I Send Some Flowers Or Some Candy Sing A Lullaby (Hell
tick tick tick tick like a nigga playin drum, big drum choppa drum. we ain't playin son kill you and ya nigga thas a And 1. Straight up. I know some
this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit. Seen life aint a game it remains intense, Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent. See ya gotta get
Beat the dick like a motherfuckin' drummer chick See dat puddy cat? Look at dat I love a fuckin' hoody rat That's a fact You's a motherfuckin' get it
So get yours, and buy my new album Peep the game and don't be like calvin Get everything you want, get real, get you mail Get your girl to make bail and get
, can't use dem food stamps Other crews like to sample and mix But our crew, we just play that shit live Drums, bass, keys Niggas don't like it, you can get
Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for a muthafuckin' song And if you can't
it before, I'll say it again The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans like silicon titties Can you feel 'em? How can a fake rapper get with a real one
the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and I started to rap Now
get no respect I'm at home in a tape deck I get played and played until it's all played out Sucker MC's come to my house They want a contract, get signed
' like the big old C It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps Like born to Mack, I'll cash a check Walkin' 'round like a
again, Let me ask you do you remember jelly bean Cherri Show Case Club sense in tha game, Lemme tell you about some ghettos, Inglewood East Lameadows(?) ATL. [Chorus] You got a
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
, he's a swagger don Annoys the haters like a tag along Quick too 'cause he know I ain't havin' none If you're cool, I'm cool, we can get along Different
games need not be played Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices The jungle is a place that
real Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for twelve Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team player Like the A-Team, nigga this the
the crews on Sugarhill Lay around and think ain't nothin to do Checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum The DP
