Romeo in the house, yeah Ali Wide in the house, uhh, [unverified] in the house, yeah Coolio G, Total G, can't forget DJ Yella Mixmaster Spade, DJ Lethal, DJ
a well experience the best teacher thoughts will spring like streetsweepers little daddy street preacher illustrious feature narrator you select accompanied by Deck plus the DJ
sung parts) in [Chorus] performed by Uncle Reo [DJ Premier] Word up Aiyyo Rome' (yo) Yo life ain't what it's cracked up to be these days, y'knahmean? [Rome
Marley: Yo that is P: Funky! That??? him in his new Alfa Romeo M: Yo that is real real fonkee, yo yo what up, G Rap? G Rap: Yo yo what up niggas
I'm never alone, I'm in a zone of stone I never leave home without my microphone I break back's bones like a stone of Rome I knick knack paddy whack
what is best (Get it) Oh oh Domino (it's all right) Roll me over, Romeo, there you go Lord, have mercy I said oh-oh, Domino Roll me over, Romeo, there
weed to keep us high as a kite Now the sun is coming out, to chase the night away If you listen really close, you could still hear the DJ play She was
About what is worst and what is best, hit it Oh, oh, Domino Roll me over, Romeo, there you go Lord have mercy, I said Oh, oh, Domino Roll me over, Romeo
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you I'ma start the introductions with the man on my left The undisputed, the greatest alive, my friend and my DJ
t have room to shit on the mic That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek I start to
confusing Catch the story of my life on VH1 'Behind The Music' Ladies and gentlemen, the starting line ups at home We got four MC's and that's five with DJ Romes
' over mad lib beats, yo, guess who's pullin' plugs on thugs? Who's greedy with their Wheaties, spraying rhymes like graffiti Formally known as the CDP Assassins, DJ Romes
If you're not flipping cuts like DJ Romes Well, then you're not representing with the LP Now, if you're not dropping tracks like Madlib Well, then you
re playin' our song. How you done me wrong... Baby crank it up! Until you blow the speakers out your Chevy truck. So listen Romeo, when you're feelin'
like he jus' finished gettin' his dicked sucked 'Rome through his fist up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck. Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin' DJ
[Joe Budden: ad libs] [DJ On Point: talking over Joe Budden] This shit right here in called Young Niggaz Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
stereo, she whispered in my ear hey there Romeo No-no-no we dance more, we're on the dance floor, she's making me feel like no one else before Hey there Mr DJ
play vagina dj She's gonna play country on the clitar, tonight He burps his baby She's putting on a puppet show Our genitals are Juliet Our hands are Romeo