The music sucks and that's a genuine truth when you're not around I feel that nothing is good probably it's a fact and probably it's not but when I?m
So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music, it
a towel ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch
yeah Kardinal Offishall 'You dun know' Yeah, Figure IV, Mastermind (*laughs*) Your murder sells sometimes for a little bit of money Emcees make music,
they click,(Uh-huh) Grab your gun and diss niggas to they dick, Buck sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin) Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her suck something, (Suck
you told me last week Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks Tsk tsk, I?m musically gifted
never another to go with a brother, been smotherin' suckers then go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters, They claim they can do it, but who is the sucka
And take each day the bullshit don't stop Got to act with the man cause I don't suck cock No matter how bad I wanna get to the top The music go out like
and get another suck and hit 'em with venom Nigga, my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending Suckers with no style, I hope you get offended
you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style, baby,
em out they incubators Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters After a while your style
shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther 8 seconds a scar your style
wants ice cream Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the light cream I got the sweetest love, you know that rock thick Shorty you can lick lick, suck
s all about you faggot-ass motherfuckin' rappers Thinkin' y'all dope, drivin' Lexuses and shit like that "Every Record Label Sucks Dick" But yo, yo, but but but you be suckin
suck dick, I pull yo' tits You wash where, I like yo' clits Top to bottom got 'em movin' hittin', Screamin' "Stop it man", nasty with game plan New style
tell you about this time things they got wild They got wild they got wild they got rowdy Verse two {tec-9} Everybody buck wild because it's sunday night Music
