I menage and get massaged just to proof Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
longs The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong How could we get along? And you doing this underhanded fagot shit, you fagot bitch We gotta get you gone, William
Clones.. [Intro: Pharrell Williams] Whachu say your name was? Well um, lookin real sexy right now You and your girls, are lookin good Look why don't
town And doni??t you eva get it confused 'Cause we the ones who sold it to the dude that sold it to you First album out the trunk I started makin' some bills
door I'm sick of you I'm sick of you They arrested the Mayor for an illegal favor Sold the Empire State to Japan And Oliver North married William Secord
If I don't kick your back door in, Then no one will, your buzz is shit Without some weight and a wonky gate I'll bring my mates and we'll bounce it on
's trill The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills Fo reeeaaalll.. by our God damn selves Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help [Chorus - Pharrell Williams
Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of god The fear of change The fear of truth Add the bill
comical on my mama, fool I'm gettin? this money and that kill 'em They lookin? at a pimp, funny, I'm Katt Williams Money Mike, I get money on the mic
to tell you a story of a family I once knew Well call them Mary and William and their little daughter Sue Now Mary was just a plain mother and Bill was
Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose
no introduction He is my co-host... Shawn Ripple! (Alright, is this thing on? Eh, eh, sweetheart, come here Got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my cock
crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong How could we get along and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch we gotta get you gone, [chapter one] William
pussy poppin' booty switch I need a bitch, felatio On the freeway with my pedal to the flo' I need a bitch, like cheery pie I need a bitch like bushwick bill
do is have a little fun before I die" Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing, he says his name is William But I'm sure he's Bill
(Smoke some weed) Ice Cube, motherfucker West coast, motherfucker (Smoke some weed) George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley, Chris Rock
people And you might just see a sequel 'cos police got equal pay A horse is a pig that don't fly straight I'm doin' Daryl Gitts but it's Willie Williams