name, I spell Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well I'm not an MC who talkin all that junk About who can beat who, soundin like a punk I just get down
fuckin pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the whack Never get in the way, I don't play with with that But watch me rock where Liberace flashed Punk rock
't want none But the Mexicans straight own one Them essays, catorces, treces always try to test me So I jumped off the bed 'cause I ain't no punk Jammed
you just can't stop I break 'em off, so I break 'em off I break 'em off, so I break 'em off I break 'em off, so I break 'em off Good Lord My little
I said one two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive, ya'll a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one two
salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa" My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off
history But then again youll finally get your wish 'cause you be all over the street like 50 Cent Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump gimme a one-on-one
and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's
it (Basik) Cant replace,Cant replace it one on one This is Basik Yo checking in one two Watch out for your whole crew We might do them by the two's
off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette They were done from the start Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another One spot
with the gangsta lean It's been about two, is he comin' through? I dropped this one just to show you I'm true People say Warren where'd you get that speech In the sandy city right down by
all yo whack beats, QP and TR so precise with mics We should be surgeons in E.R. The block knows, baby girl, be my diamond 'cuz she rocks shows See my one
My salsa salsa salsa salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off
low, they had a punk rock band And some orange haired feller singing about suicide I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place He said, "Well, let's just have one
're hot rip your blouse off My brothers if you're thirsty, crack the forty ounce Beats I smack em out the stadium I never bunted I rock all night, you
J starts to move Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance 420 Geeks try to make room Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing This is one