: repeat 2X] Lemme hear somethin' Lemme hold somethin' Roll somethin' Lemme show you somethin' What'chu know good What's poppin' wit'chu What's
another nigger gonna DROP (9x). Ooohw Swizzy! It's individuel... Y'all know what it is! Individuel, individuel time! Let's go. Let's get it(7x) ! Joey
highest level of mental expression, play your part Hook: I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
then pull it, uh I got the trigger, so I figure, you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must and what I must is bust
get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What
my balance So when I'm in mo all of you hoes got the talent High feelin like its all love and no valin Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X
smoke next Patrolling they set, Malcolm X nigga The New Orleans Jesus, pack a tre-deuce And you can bring the drama to Zeus If you heard about what that
The hood rat stroking with the PA3 And you can get chicken for a very large fee Never me, cuz it's real hard time's Stick to the script. If you life
Lean on me! (2X) "Big Daddy Kane, a teacher.." (2X) "Big Daddy.. Big Daddy.." "Goes a little somethin like this!" "Can I get a yes" (4X) "Just lean
matter, 'cause I live a little phatter No concern about the chit-chatter Once I heard the pitter-patter, I had to blow so You know what happened, reach
the world catch on that [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Money back guarantee, if it's not quality And that's who I be This here's official, if not
to live it large. Came a long way from the days of the garage. Took it to the stage, paid the way to the stars. Got a one time shot, two times if it
camera action [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat] [Verse 2 - Chris
t feel my face .. so Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, (x3) I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2) Hey (x3) [Song Fades:]
my balance So when I'm in Mo, all of you hoes got the talent High feelin' like it's all love and no violence Full sweat, bloodshot eyes and large pupils, X
we need is a lil' more X and a hotel room and a bag of lite A greeny is to living life burning by the laughish layers I know if I plenty these hoes when
x] No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy Destroy you before you become what you intended
spot, you think it's cool but it's not Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got If you rich you better leave it low It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you
