never play me [Unverified] Suckers don't, but some do The real troopers bring the Ice to you And close friends to me, yeah, Public Enemy These stations have high
-Intro-Will.i.am- Here, over here, over here, over here, over here, over here, over... -Chorus-Will.i.am- Come on, come on, come on, come on/ Baby
my music, my music. My music makes me high. (Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.) Supervision: I??¦ making love to my music
think he live, he think he cold He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road
seventy-three Old school, every time I roll through All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg Be my dirty love, be my dirty love It's 'cause rap music
some mack shit for your ass, boy Fuck him up, Short Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4
the 9 o's I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes I'm pulling up right beside you Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to. -pooh man- Now here
that rhyme At you 'cause I'm jammin', so check me I play the music, even made the beat 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Rollin' in a drop-top straight high
[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse
and breasts, too upset It's just, too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick, yes Grew up quick? No Was raised right? Whatever you say is wrong Whatever I say is right
shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim (Hi) Fight Music, knife users never respect it Guns talk, high schools
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk
wasn't for them I wouldn't be here today, but since I'm here I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers You know what I'm sayin? I'm outta here
, right. [Right]. They all in their twenties, she the only one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get some sleep, she told him to turn his music
eatin breakfast at some Wyatt's (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here
clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisce Innocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' through Junior High, do it fly, fuck in grade Summer school
I'll be glad when my music gets mad again New school ice cube "Fuck you Killer Mike!" yeah, fuck you too No, this ain't yo Mama's music It's a drug