This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip We gonna teach these people out there who are Against
's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls Lookin' oh so fine My man bad drew gots the fresh designs And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind
rump Fuck a shoe pump Fuck the real deal And fuck all the fakes Fuck all 52 states, oooh And fuck... (Buzz) Well, that sound means that your time is
grabbed a shotgun And blew his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when
, I had a little fun And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound
out and wine and dine you But I ain't got no time to chase behind and never find you So be this dope a lethal dose of poisonous potion Stick to the sound
Jam Master jams to the broad daylight No instruments needed just two record players A stage, a crowd and two rhyme sayers Ingredients are here, so have no fear Definitely
alcohol, 'Cause we don't trip Nobody on the floor! ___ fresh here, Fresh out the ____. Looking real good, Like a million bucks! And the sounds that you hear, Definitely
's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted and you can see by the look of my face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the
plus I know you hate me Guard your feet, lose cellulite, I'm a come complete Work off your stomach pounds with super sonic stomach sounds That's word
how that Mac sound I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right Nope, definitely niggaz
a gamble Excellence is proven by example The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble Back off Puba, this ya can't handle The rhythm homeboy is definitely
High definition for the fortunate you to view Challenges with riches, we will put you on strict review Time to turn the tide around, comin' with the tribal sound
The definition of Quarterbackin' E-40 and the Clipse, yeah Tell the cops don't read into it Them days of slangin' yay been finished Them days have been
head is glowing Overflowing with good times. Listen for the water droplets Falling from the ledge Of birds you heard from grapevine sounds Of people that you need. (Oh!) (I definitely
"up-to-date" and the neo-gentrified The high definition for the low resident Where the value of your mind is not held in contempt I can hear the sound
me and probably you You've fallen in a slumber Just wake one more time To miss or put asunder Would be a crime Some songs feel like butter Some songs sound
bullets don't reach Mars Pause, clause because I?ma a beast, I?ma dog, I?ma getcha My picture should be in the dictionary Next to the definition of definition