him know I ain't no reverend either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick e-mail, anthrax
to fuck at school, they asked me what I did it fo' You know just what I told 'em I love pussy and this dick is what I showed 'em And now they threw me
she steps on Boardwalk She was from Park Place I asked what she was doing on this side of town She said she had some taxes to pay I figured I'd take
s with don and phil The rock stops here Fats is up on blueberry hill The rock stops here Ray charles shoutin' "what'd I say" The rock stops
in my hand I bring back the running man I hear voices in my head that say "bumpy can't, damn" So when I hear niggas say I can't do something
Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man (Lil' Jon) (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man (Lil' Jon) (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit
I bring back the running man I hear voices in my head that say "Bumpy can't, damn" So when I hear niggas say I can't do something, I get pissed off Cause
And he would say, "I'm using the chicken to measure it." Phyllis: Ok . . . Don: Can I borrow your comb? Phyllis: You know what I used to do? Ray: What
you like love is supposed to do 'Cuz I fell straight into your trap and since they say love is blind I'm the Ray Charles of rap And I'm waiting for
drink wine like a catholic priest ("aiyyo nigga kick that freestyle about the punk police") I give n.y.p.d. blues I shot magnum p.i. now I'
know I felt pretty good, Yes I did I began to stretch and yawn What for Ray? Just to see if I could I can dig it All at once I got a funny
7 | Tell me what would I see if I turned on TV b7 |6d7 7d7 6d7/#1 | I don't know what to do, Lord knows, I
(Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man [Chorus
how she steps on boardwalk, She was park place I asked what she was doing on this side of town She said she had some taxes to pay I figure I'd take a
season I'm in demand I'm down with D-I-T-C, that's diggin in them cakes And my potna Lord Such we always get crazy dates I hit it right cause what goes
him know I ain't no reverend Either dat I go where the fuck I want I'm up in heaven evil U ain't gotta tell me I know I spit bars sick E-mail, anthrax
I wore for days Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so) C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes
I borrow your comb? Phyllis: You know what I used to do? Ray: What are you doing with that? Phyllis: I used to watch him eat. Carl: I'm using the chicken