the Pepe Le Pew. S-K-U-N-K F U (FUCK YOU!) So if you got the misconception, that we smoke the stress then, You should get a lesson like a bitch with
a lot? Are you that smooth cat pop r&b body clot? Are you that outer space off beat who fucked the beat up? You know you think you so deep but you
rainbow -- yo' shit's exactly the same I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed To my scope, an infrared target at night you glow Got the chance
, you kinda heard me speaking "You ain't a crisp like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game" And I was speaking on Game without knowing him But now, you
I'm a playa homie so I had to hit it While you buyin' her drinks in the club Actin' like you in love Stuntin' like you all thug We was switchin' numbers She lookin' at you when I walk by You
1: Kells] Now Swear To Tell The Truth And The Whole Truth When It Comes To Hoes I Be Pimpin Like I Supposed To Rollin LIke I Supposed To Shinin Like I Supposed To In The Club, Freakin Wit Honeys Like
love too, except I don't like rap Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my man would like that" Damn! Man, Okay, you say you got a man
Speaking:] Hey we use to play This in the V 2 baby that's right It's The Prince Songz [Verse 2: Trey Songz] I'm cat like me vs a cat like you I look back like who you
shit was founded And I'm crying Critics all see me twisted They don't get my whole existence An actual b-boy brainiac who'll slap you out your mittens
never said anything, I never take anything back [Young Buck] Well you kinda heard me speaking "You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game
you? You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
(feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
(feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa,
recipe [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's Chef Boy A-Bun B The king of the kitchen I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee
rainbow -- yo' shit's exactly the same I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed to my scope, an infrared target at night you glow Got the chance
C] [Chorus: Thin-C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like