1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
Now let's hear the story of Bo Diddley And the rock 'n' roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi
a model, hands on your knees Scrub the ground, she ain't nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, Halle Berry Well, let's get ratchet, let's
to kick away any job Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable take portion cause I'll fly that head ? Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be
Lessons of anger and time That's just the tip of the ice berg Floatin' in my mind Not to mention All the jazz and instrumentals That's essential And
Run (Yo Jay) Yo D, hoe bob ya head Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin' Ah just a bob ya head Bob ya head Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin' Ah just a bob ya
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast Drinkin' on a fake I.D. Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana But only jazz musicians
Stoppin' any crew that tries to rip The house of pain, Cypress Hill Funkdoobiest, my girl's on the pill So I can drill, and not have to kill An unborn child 'cause that's
mean shit But you know, it's all in a day's work What a job this is my nigga What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude? Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz
2:] Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from california. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob
jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L A N Y's, L got shot
and gave 'em more bricks (Chorus) That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran I know
business I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness Musically, the three, poetically be me We in jammin' on the airwaves, kids just rave Obey the MC's 'cuz the MC's
90's is be happy makin' bucks Girls love the Jim, 'cuz it causes crazy friction When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the uh 'cuz that's
the drummer's Dead beat He's fragile tonight But he says he's clean He's uncertain when he's speaking But he knows what he means Ah he's shivering now
the speakers You're smothered and covered up in the sound You stand strong, as you pump your fist I'm talkin' all that jazz Now, what's my definition
lockdown People on the streets Uh. This Squad is Def. Verse 1: Check this, the Mike Tyson of rap is back Suger Smackes I get down like Matt Who's the
