That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is y'all, that's what it is (That's what it is) That's what it is y'all
I'm from the house of pain you know that I never play the punk role Cause I'm a white Irish man with funk soul chorus thats what it is ya'll thats
s not a fella, Spinderella's dope Spinderella's not a fella what you say? Spinderella's not a fella that's ok Spinderella's not a fella watch her play Spinderella's
Yo, what's up? King Tee's in the muthafuckin' house Got my homeboy Young Floyd in the house J-Ro's in the house But yo Now here's somethin' everybody
garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's
? It's just the new way of thinkin' Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow That's
wha-what Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what? Put me in that drank, put me in that thang Whoo
said that ain't never faced the law And why all this fake probe is goin' on? I'm fightin' niggaz, swingin' back against the wall That's for my niggaz that
we ain't gotta entertain all that Back like we never left, we overcame all that FUCK who made better tacos or who ass fatter Let's live for now, right now, none of that
a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck 'Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked Cell phone's dead Lost
poems [J5] This jam is red hot, when were rockin the spot If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot This jam is red hot [Chali 2na] So let the
that brags and acts big A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz Yo, a rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit An entertainer ain't tryin' 'cause
But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'s the king Cause he's adult entertainer Child educator Jam Master Jay king of the crossfader He's the better
, originator Perculator, perk you up It's harmony, the minor key That moves with the rhythm passionately I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's
jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the house Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out That's it,
the Puerto Rican In them [unverified] area, say ooh no, bust shot Me never listen to all them slow jam They wanna talk bout a woman and man Give me a jam that
in Beijing, that's five minutes from Iraq I'm a hundred thousand dollars shy of havin long cash Givin shots to the plans(?) and that's the wastelands
Pos one's in your area, maseo's in your area Too much plug, two much plug Plug two's in your area De la's in the area Attic entertainment Peace