This town used to be a pretty place to stay A place you stop off from the highway But all of those things changed on a day You packed up your bags and
off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit
#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
' your bitch will get checked I have no respect for a skeezer I'll slap her in her muh'fuckin' face An' it won't disgrace this nigga Oh, yes, oh, my God
her play combed fine ball Magnificient, dirty Smack critics with a backpack of physics Hip hop knee deep in a swamp By make leaped? frogs "ribbit" They talk alot but they don't 'rip-it' Oh
there, Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it Oh we'll see, oh we'll see it, we'll see it- Oh my morning's coming back The
tune and it kinda goes like this it kinda goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web we must rip out all the epilogues
when my beat drops everybody goes insane (Okay) And everybody know my name (B.o.B) And everywhere I go people want to hear me sing Oh yeah, and I just
cause the girls are gonna jock it Take her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking Leave my door open so the niggaz can come peak in Rip the nappy dug
copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop (I can't stop) I really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop (I can't stop) Oh
don't get it still I aint getting ill Jeff rip the wheels Show em the real deal (rock) what (rock ha (rock ha (rock 1 2 1 2 3 4 hit it in the place
drum is the whip, bass line is the master The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more You're a slave and your trapped on the dance floor [Chorus] Oh oh
Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all
album just for our verse Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum Oh and did I
Usher, she got me like "Oh my God!" (Kali, baby) I like the way you do that thang Slow it down, baby, I ain't going nowhere [Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] Too
gizzy so pretty Hella thizzy yo' beezy, like to creep with Tech Neezy She get giddy when she see me, really hope she ate Wheaties I will not take it easy, rip
the night so (muthafucka) Let me know What's yo psycho? [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] My psychosis is I can't keep focus Without doses of beautiful hostess Is oh
VERSE 3] Poppin and poppin and poppin the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps Rip your show apart