what) hop This funky hip (hip what) hop Is funky hip (hip what) hop This funky hip (hip what) hop 'll make a drip (drip what) drop I like to rip (rip
on dro You already know dis is P.T. N there aint nann nigga in hear gon' fuck wit me I roll wi lil flip lettin' dem hollows rip Right at yo chest plate
their head up a whole lot of hipsters internets, and kids now took the Mario mushroom oh, you big now? Well, let me show you bout things take the Red Bull so I can rip
-getta', bitter, old ni$$a, spitter Gold-digger, couldn't dig ya'self a chip Dig ya'self a hole, told 'em I was cold from the rip Zero zero man, need
kinda nigga, knowatimsayn'? Yeah! [Eightball:] It takes a nigga that's hard from the start, you gotta have heart, To meet a bitch, mack her then rip
my face when I get you 3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine [?] while I listen to the grapevine [?] blue Crips all by the front door East side rip
the marshin i wipe my ass with you soft rappers like charmin yall hungry im starvin, you talkin shit, oh i beg your pardon specifics is never gimics, i rip
rip yo mental straight apart it's from tha heart. Demons that drop our livez got plenty sides, realize, they fell off. So many wanna roll, but oh how
It's Bounty Killer and Kardinal Ay yo!!! Yallo!!! Look at dat lord mi gal K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right!!!
It's Bounty Killer and Kardinal Ay yo!!! Yallo!!! Look at dat lord mi gal K: Huh! And we do it like huh!!! B: They should know K: Oh! B: That's right
column A try All of column B, I'm in the mood to help you dude, you ain't never had friend like me (scat)Oh my!(scat)Oh no!(scat) can your friends do
censored him on Sullivan Now he's loved by everyone Oh, there's an FM evolution Country music revolution LP, CD Rip it from your MP3, boy Oh, there'
censored him on Sullivan, now he's loved by everyone. Oh, there's an FM evolution, country music revolution. LP, CD, rip it from your MP3, boy. Oh, there
strollin Down the muthafuckin street, holdin Nothin but mothafuckin heat Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas that???l rip
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
Body A Lesson You'll Never Forget You Bad Girl , You Bad You Bad Girl Girl [Verse 3:] Put You Cross My Lap & Show You I'm The Boss Then Sit You In The Corner & Rip
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach
Space man blow up Oh, maggot, he's a modern day fagan Turfin' out your pockets like a Christian burns a pagan Drippin' with charm, style and panache