're waitin for a rap To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file '79 the time
me, Then add on the remainder I push more weight then a personal trainer I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf Im a stylelist of a star cause
that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah, that you miss me a little when I'm gone Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for
Has room for your love underneath his tree (Give love on Christmas day) No greater gift is there than love What the world need is love Yes, the world needs your love
love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife? To love her and cherish her
winnin out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthaf**kin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a
we lookin' for the girlfriend Oh, for the girlfriend Hey, this is for the fire This is for the This is for the time This is for the pimp Strictly for
for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin
a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that
Bro's gold fronts for our mouth Temporaries...just for the week Let's see the world Hop in my...Chrysler 300 Throw some longhorns...on the front bumper Just for
me in the heart A few New York niggaz had did her in the park But she was there for me and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin' down On a different color whip, whip, whip Picture perfect, you might wanna take a Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick Call up Jazze
I like House But i love Grime I like Soul I like Rock I like Jazz But i love Grime Verse 3: im a grime man part of a grime a gang they think grime
love on over 'cross the tracks And she began, her man a wailin' sax I must admit they had a rockin' band Man they were blowin' like a hurricane That's why I go for
purple haze keep me in a daze The jazz, the jive, the poetry The style, the lingo, the bags of equality Many different things tryin' to get to me But in a
Butterfly searchin for a relax Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since
like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush with cool beats I found the reverberated shout was goddamn And questions 'bout the methods how the Planets made jam Wallowed through a gang a
Butterfly searchin' for a relax Pullin' from the jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin'