we operate And when the bass of his glib Well, ya must be in tune to hear what we hear Just like ya ought to do but inside of you If not, we didn't come
that thang out!) Some more Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more [Verse - Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz] I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity Get on the floor if
same name as us Why you hypin' for this, a coincidence? Can you picture this? Picture what? Me sittin' on your head piece makin' you beg please If you wanna pick on
Ladies screaming (We wanna house you!) We won't say much on this no now Cause I'm not quite sure that you know how But keep on dancin', (Keep on
me (Rollin') Now, now, now, I'm lookin' for someone to love me, yeah Everybody needs somebody's lovin' Feel me, yeah Feel the bass Come on
I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine See me on the screen, fuckers
[Talib Kweli] We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous players who stare we're the winners
't help it, it's your line of work To get women on the floor It's you they adore, you might as well U know what time it is? Hang on party, people, 'cuz here we go We
Conflicted with the rich 'cause I kick it with the poor I laugh in the face of adversity Sound clashed with the bass 'cause it's natural to me But if
the Kool-Aid at the block party Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady Wash this be the brown shoe on TV But now it's not dis and it's on like this
can you hear him callin? They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry It means if you floss too much
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know we comin down bald fades, not afros. (Key-C) Now we chillin, now we just leanin, and we comin up fixin
B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 we dippin oil, we drippin candy, From
cat eating out on the town And make the whole dining room turn they head around? Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on
my flashing sword And my hand take hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon my enemies And I will repay those that hazed me When you got bass all
's ingrained? We who hold these whips and chains Who holds these, who holds these Who holds these traps and surfaces? We want it, they own it So we're
Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
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