the seven seas I'm cashin' six-figure checks in all currencies It's like when I be tearin' it up in Paris Motherfuckers parler on the m-i-c It's all ooh
't care what they say, what they say, what they say, what they say! Legggggaaaaa Hello, bad bitch! Hello, hello, bad bitch! Tell that nigga............to what
Well it's the big bad famous. Dick is what I'm slagging. YM entertainment. She gonna toot it cause I'm famous. I'm a well-known singer, every beat getting
's song Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone Next stop Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for real, it's gone be
[Redman] Yo yo yo yo We "Push Weight" with Ice Cube's in a cup (AmeriKKKa's) Most Wanted Police pin it up (Alaza an a) Thug passion brotha what Bloatin
What up now sis? You got what I need, I got what you need Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo yo, doggs it's my Fort Doc Shot wit vaults until
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone So I could fetch
, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs) Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain (That's black thangs) But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same
with us, thats a coma Ying Yang Twins and them dirty boys (Nigga what?) thats a coma I told ya niggaz dont be playin with it 'cause when you see it
to hell Well if you don't like it I can leave and then you'll be alone believe me that's what the creepy monsters want Plus I'll be taking your TV
s on Columbia Records I hope it doesn't wreck him, maybe it's better for where he's headed There'll be more ladies, Keith's ass, I gotta defend it! Martial
you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd booin naturally Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my time I would rather be
the hills That's right The Bel-Air Hotel Where a very good friend of ours Happens to be staying And the name of this young man Is Mr Bruce Springsteen That's
truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what
your raps All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off the scraps Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin' rappers think it's
written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap, how
day it could cost you your name And this was supposed to be my first single, but I just fucked that up so Fuck it, let's all have fun let's mingle, slap
around and throw a baby at another baby You may think it's 'cause of the way that I was brought up But it's all caught up to me now, karma's in the